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#To be fair that could have been any of his brothers that pushed past
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Raph, holding the door open for (Name):“After you.”
(Name): “No, after you.”
Raph: “I insist, after you.”
Donnie, pushes past both of them: “After me.”
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can you prettyyyy please write a little piece abt best friends older brother choso n sucking him off n fucking him till ur both overstimulated :(( 💔💔
Oh boy can I, sucking him off and overstimulation are one of my two favorite things ♡
Sucking and fucking your best friends older brother until you're both overstimulated. NSFW. gn!reader.
A/N: I kinda went ham and its...long.
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You and your best friend had been friends since you started college. Sharing a dorm but soon transitioned into sharing an apartment. There were lots of things you loved about your best friend. Cleanliness, kindness, humor; but most importantly? The brother. Choso. He was a sweetheart, cute. Would always blush and stutter when you were around.
You didn't see him too often, only when he paid your best friend a visit. And today just happened to be one of those days. You admit. You'd liked him for a while and have had you fair share of..wet dreams about him. And you were pretty certain he thought about you too. His eyes would always linger a little bit longer than they should. And yet you two continued to dance around it, but not anymore. You were changing all of that today.
"Hey, we're out flour. And I need it to make the cake for later." You said, nonchalant. Hoping your best friend would offer to run to the store and grab some. "I...can get it." Choso said quietly.
"Actually, I needed your opinion on something, so I'd like you to stay here." He seemed confused but agreed, your best friend leaving the two of you alone.
"What did you ne-ah!" He yelped, just now noticing how close you'd gotten. Your hands messed with the ends of his shirt. "What I need, is your big dick inside me. Do you have any objections?" You opted to go the more direct route. Leaving no room for confusion. Choso immediately sucked in a breath, feeling his dick harden in his pants. Was this real? He would've pinched himself but the feel of your nails dragging along his stomach was all he needed. He nodded. "No..objections."
"Good." You gave him a smile before undoing his pants. Sliding them down his thighs, along with yourself, until you were eye level with his thick cock. You licked your lips, eyeing the beads of precum that already formed at the tip. "U-Um," he started but immediately hissed when he felt you kitten-lick his tip. Collecting what sticky liquid leaked out and pulled it back into your mouth. "Fuck-" he breathed, tentatively resting his hand in your hair. You hummed in approval before slowly slipping the tip into your mouth. Suckling as the sticky liquid glued itself to your tongue.
"Oh-oh fuck, keep doing that." He spoke softly, smoothing out your hair. And so you did, suckling on his tip until eventually he started to push more of himself in your mouth. Your tongue wrapped around his length, paying special attention to the veins that lined the underside of his cock. "God-your mouth is so warm, so wet." Choso grunted, his fingers now threading into your hair as he guided you. Moving you up and down his length, groaning low in his throat the further down you went. Until, eventually, you bottomed out. Your nose pressed flush against his pelvis, buried in the tufts of black hair.
"Mmm-fuck, give me a minute-i just-fuck." He held you there, breathing harshly through his nose as he tried his best not to cum. His body shook, his hips itching to thrust himself forward.
Your throat bobbed, contracting around his length and making him hiss. With one more breath, he finally let go. Giving you free rein to suck his cock like you wanted. And you did.
Obscene sucking noises filled the room, your chokes and gags mixing along with it. "Fuck-fuck-your mouth, God. It's better than I imagined." His hands framed your face, keeping your hair out of the way so he could watch his dick disappear past your lips. It was erotic. It was too much and he found himself stilling his hips, shooting ropes of his sticky seed down your throat. Eyes closed and head tilted back as he road out the orgasm. But you didn't stop, your mouth still sucking him in.
"W-Wait...that's, I just came-i can't, oh fuck-" hot searing pleasure shot through his veins, eyes crossing as he thrusted his limp-now hardening, dick into your mouth. But your goal wasn't to suck him off again. So when he was hard once more, you pulled off with a pop. Ignoring the confusion on his face as you dragged him to the couch, pushing him to sit. Climbing immediately on his lap before you seated yourself on him.
"What are y-oh my God, oh-s'tight...fuuck." he groaned, pulling your body flush against his as he tried to breathe. The stimulation already too much for his poor cock. But you didn't give him that time. Immediately angling yourself to bounce up and down on his cock. His arms tightened around you as he whined. Mumbling 's'too much' and 'please keep going' over and over. His thick cock reaching deep inside you, pressing all the right spots to have you shake, stilling as you came all over him and yourself. "Squeezing me s'tight, gonna make me-" He choked, his dick spilling yet another load inside you. And it still wasn't enough.
You gathered up strength and started to bounce on his poor, limp dick. Fresh tears formed in his eyes as he told you it was too sensitive. That he couldn't cum again.
"Can't...can't cum anymore, please you-oh god, fuck me. Squeezing me like that-" He held tight to your body, thrusting up into you as his mind soon entered a fuzzy aroused state. Where his body tingled from the overstimulation but it felt good. "Gonna cum...yes yes, m'gonna cum. With me, please. Cum with m-" He broke off into a sob, shooting barely any cum inside you, his balls already being drained. His broken whining and sobbing had you cuming moments later, your body falling limp against him.
"One more," you mumbled, hips shifting slowly.
You didn't care that your best friend could be home any minute. Could possibly catch you riding Choso like a damned monster. All you could think about was taking all his cum. Milkin him for all he's worth.
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Hello!! I was hoping I could request for a Winchester sister reader that's taking care of the brothers when they're sick? Maybe making chicken noodle soup for them and stuff! Just something cute, I just need some comfort 🥹 Thank you if you take my request! 🫶
Noodle Soup
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Word Count: 1k
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You never thought you would ever say this, but the infamous Dean Winchester was sick. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he would ever say it. Not out loud at least, but this morning, he could hardly drag himself out of bed and he was hit with a migraine and blocked sinuses that completely threw him off balance.
 It put him in a bad mood as he tried to make his way to the kitchen, grumbling something about how he was fine. He was betrayed by the dry cough that left him heaving and leaning heavily on the side of the counter. You considered getting up many times as you watched him from the kitchen table as you scanned the papers for any possible hunts, but you knew his foul mood would more than likely end in an argument that you didn’t want to be involved in. What finally made you push your chair out from the table to put a stop to Dean’s antics was when he was fumbling around with a pan and dropped it on the floor with a clatter. 
“Alright. That’s it. ” You linked an arm around him, pulling him away from the counter. 
“Get the hell off me, Y/N.” Dean tried to push you away. “I’m fine.”
“Dean.” You gave him a look, narrowing your eyes at him stubbornly. “You can barely stand straight.”
He tried to turn back to the kitchen. “Piss off.”
You took his arm and dragged him back to the sofa. He sank back into it with a cough. 
“Stay put.”
Your brother rolled his eyes and grumbled, but made no attempt to stand. 
Sighing in content, you made your way back to the kitchen to make a start on breakfast when you heard another set of lumbering footsteps echoing through the bunker. 
“I swear to god, Dean-” You started, making your way out of the kitchen only to come face to face with a very gruff-looking Sam. His hair was tousled and his eyes had dark shadows beneath them. 
“Sammy?” You frowned. 
“Hey y/n/n” He greeted. His voice was hoarse and scratchy, as if someone had replaced it with sandpaper. Perhaps it was not just one set of coughs and sneezes that kept you up last night. 
“You too, huh?” You asked as he plonked himself on a stool in the kitchen. 
Although less stubborn than his older brother, Sam still hesitated for a moment before sighing. 
“Yep. I think we must have picked it up at the bar on the last hunt.”
It made sense. The two of them had gone out to the bar the other nights while you scouted out the local town. You weren’t sick, so it seemed to add up.
Sam groaned, rubbing his temples to try and ease the pressure. 
“Why don’t you go and join Dean? I’ll bring some food out in a bit.”
Nodding, Sammy took his leave, stumbling back to his brother. 
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“Alrighty…” You balanced two bowls of steaming soup in your hands and you pushed open the door with your foot. 
Your brothers didn’t seem to have improved much since this morning. Stubbornly as ever they both sat bundled up in blankets on the couch, wallowing in their own self pity and watching whatever they could find on the TV to keep themselves entertained. In the meantime, you were making sure that they were well cared for: making sure their temperatures didn’t get too high, or handing them painkillers to help with the headache. It was only fair, they had spent countless hours looking after you in the past when you were ill. 
That was why you found yourself in the kitchen nursing a bowl of chicken noodle soup. It was your mother’s recipe; something that John had stashed away at the back of his journal. You could see why: it was the perfect remedy for a day like this. 
Handing a bowl to both of your brothers, you watched as they sipped the steaming liquid and twisted the noodles around on a fork. Glad to see that they could stomach food, you went back into the kitchen to grab your own bowl. Your two brothers had sprawled themselves out across the length of the sofa, so you took a seat on the floor with your head leaning against Sam’s legs. 
“Thank you.” Dean said as you took your seat.
“It’s not a problem.” You told him.
“We should be the ones taking care of you.” Dean continued.
You frowned, deepening the creases on your forehead. “Says who?”
Dean faltered. “Us.”
“Let me take care of you for once.”
The three of you stayed there for the rest of the day, talking and watching films through half lidded eyes and checking that your brothers were feeling okay. But, a few hours and a mountain of tissues later, they had finally drifted off to sleep.
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Run the pass
Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x GN!Reader x Sydney Adamu
Warnings/Contains: reader is gender-neutral (no pronouns or descriptions of their genitals), swearing, allusions to alcohol, brief and non-descriptive mentions of vomiting, Claire exists, reader doesn't necessarily treat Syd the way she deserves, penetrative sex (with no mentions of protection), oral sex (reader and Syd receiving), coming inside, dirty talk.
Word Count: 7k
I have had this idea in my head for an AGE and I'm so glad I finally get to write it. In my head, the threesome didn't happen but I think it was a lovely addition. God, I just need these two like water.
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This kitchen sounds like home.
Sure, there's a whirring noise coming from the walk in chiller. Sure, Richie is going waxing-lyrical at Fak over the score of some ball game. Sure, the grill spits like a dragon at the gates of doom.
But this kitchen sounds like home.
It's full of flavour, and friends, and- well, Carmy's in it.
You can only see the back of him, the white t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. You can see the backs of his arms moving as he plates the next meal. But it makes you smile, just inwardly, as you fold the mixture in the steel bowl in front of you.
When you look up again, Sydney's beside him. She's pushing another plate towards him and they're shoulder to shoulder. They work so perfectly in-sync that your smile widens.
Tina catches it, nudging you with her hip as she walks past you. "Wish somebody would look at me like that."
You just shake your head, putting it down to focus on your food in front of you as you keep working. By the time you pick your head back up, you see that Carmy's looking back at you over his shoulder.
Looking into Carmy's eyes is like staring into the sun, all consuming and a little blinding. If it'd been any different, you would've seen Sydney watching you over his other shoulder.
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Carmy is a good boss, he's firm but fair. Firm but fair.
Working in his kitchen is one of the best gigs that ever fell in your lap. He wasn't even the one to hire you, go figure.
His brother, Michael, he hired you. You'd come in to put your name in the running for the kitchen-hand position they were advertising for. He saw something different.
That's how you ended up working the register.
Not exactly what you had in mind when you'd applied at the restaurant but, money is money and it was nearly impossible to find a job in this city. Also, Michael had told you that once folks walked past and saw you in the front window? Customers would come running.
You figured it wasn't worth the argument, and who knows? Maybe you could've impressed him enough to make your way into the kitchen.
Then things went and changed on you, Michael up and made his big decision and here you were on the register with his younger brother running the kitchen you so badly wanted to break into.
Carmy needed to find his feet in this place, understand how the sausage gets made. So you didn't fuss about your role, it was easier to let things lie as they were and maybe bring it up later on.
It wasn't even you that brought it up, it was Sydney.
"God knows we need more help in the kitchen but no, let's keep the register covered!" She threw up her hands with an exasperated groan.
Carmy's face scrunched in confusion, looking towards the wall as if he could somehow see through it and visualise you out the front.
He spoke your name like a question, one that Sydney was very quick to answer.
"Carmy, please tell me you're not serious?" She even laughed a little as she picked up the cloth on her shoulder and threw it at the man. "Have you two even spoken once?"
And then it was Carmy that finally brought it up with you, calling you into his office as he heard you getting ready to leave for the night.
You poked your head into the small room and smiled at him. "Yes, chef?"
He waved you in, turning his seat around till he was facing you. Carmy was hunched over, obviously tired with his elbows resting on his knees.
"Why didn't you tell me you graduated from Kendall?"
Your mouth suddenly felt dry, eyes going wide like you'd been caught out in some kind of lie. You hadn't really lied, had you? Just maybe not told him the whole truth.
"Well, I-uh-" You stuttered your way through, hoping he'd just give up and drop it.
Carmy was a surprisingly patient man.
Your voice could hardly be called more than a whisper as you spoke. "I told Michael."
Confusion was written on his face as his brow furrowed. "What?"
"He just thought I'd be better as front of house, thought maybe the customers would enjoy something nice to look at."
Carmy felt his eye twitch, his elbows nearly shattered his femurs as he his whole body went rigid. "Excuse me?"
He wasn't even sure why he'd asked that last part, it wasn't like he was listening. As you babbled away in the doorway, all Carmy could hear was the blood rushing in his ears.
Michael had said what? From the moment Carmy laid eyes on you he had wished nobody else could. He didn't want a single person to be able to look at you the way he did, he wanted you all to himself.
And his older brother was happy to let any of the bastards off the street look you up and down through the front window? He actually encouraged it?
Carmy stood up quickly, maybe too quickly, he felt like his head was spinning off his shoulders. As his heart nearly burst out his chest he realised what he needed. Keeping his head low, he turned to look at you and suddenly felt it.
The world slowed down a little bit, everything settled back nicely into place. You were smiling, albeit nervously, but you were there and you were smiling.
Carmy ran a large hand over his face as he spoke matter-of-factly.
"I want you in the kitchen starting tomorrow morning," His eyes locked onto yours. "Chef."
-
You didn't really remember where it started, well- you kind of did. You think it might've been a late night, both of you the last to leave the kitchen and you'd been talking each other's ears off like you usually do.
Carmy definitely made the first move, there was no doubt about it. You seemed to think he'd had your hips pinned to the edge of one of the stainless steel benches as he caught your lips with his own.
You'd felt the firm muscle of his neck beneath your hands as you cradled him like he was precious. Well, to you at least, he was precious.
It'd ended with him walking you to his office, making you kneel in his chair as he took you from behind. You remembered his hands closing over yours, where they gripped the back of the chair, fingers locking with yours.
You remember the flashes of his tattoos as he dropped one of his hands in front of you, sliding down your front to the centre of your thighs- how his hips didn't falter once as his stroked you to perfection.
Everything Carmy did was perfection.
His food made your eyes roll back in your head, his movements could make your mouth water, his words could have your whole body twitching,
In your eyes, Carmy was built on a pillar of perfection.
Not that he'd ever see it, anyways.
You'd both done your best to keep your private lives private, but this kitchen, this kitchen felt like family. It wasn't long before the glances between you both, the poorly timed arrivals and departures from the place began to add up.
Sydney was the first to notice, she didn't even say a word. She'd just seen the way you looked at him, how you'd light up when he praised your food, how your body reacted when he'd place a hand on your back to move behind.
Sydney was always observant when it came to you.
She didn't need to say anything, anyway. Tina coined on soon enough and then it was all over. Obviously, she told Richie, who told Fak, and the rest was history.
You and Carmy never confirmed or denied at work, but at least you didn't need to try and hide the way you felt about him. If they saw you kiss in the car before work, everyone just let it be (most of the time anyway, Jerimovich).
The confirmation never came because, well, you'd also never confirmed it just the both of you. He wasn't your boyfriend, there was no real label to what was happening.
You were two people who wanted everything to do with one another and very much enjoyed the other's company. That was simply that.
Any given night of the week, you could be found curled up on Carmy's chest either at his apartment or yours. Any of the other nights, you were probably underneath him or perched in his lap crying his name.
Neither of you felt the need to force a label on it.
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By the time Claire showed up, things had become- different?
Carmy had been good about it, really good about it, he'd told you straight away that he'd seen her again and he had feelings for her. You'd both spoken at lengths over the dinner table about what this meant and the decision was mutual.
There was no label on it, he never belonged to you.
The rest of the family were harder to convince that this was for the best. Richie had actually walked out when you'd explained that you and Carmy had stopped 'seeing' each other.
Sydney couldn't deny she'd felt initial shock about it, too. It sort of blindsided her, but then there was a little something in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't- wouldn't name.
It was actually her that tried to have the 'come to Jesus' speech with you about Carmy.
"I'm not above begging, you need to start fucking that man again."
You nearly spat your coffee out, leaning against the front counter watching Sydney pace back and forth. "What on earth are you-"
"It was so much easier when it was you and Carmy," She stopped in her tracks, turning on her heel to look at you. "Since Claire turned up he's been impossible."
Even you had to admit that you'd noticed a change in Carmy since Claire showed up. He was so distant, he was hard to tie down, he seemed more on edge. He reminded you more of the Carmy that first arrived at this restaurant all that time ago.
It was a shame, you thought, he'd been doing so well.
You wiped a drip of coffee off the side of your mug as you placed it down beside you. "I really don't think me fucking Carmy is the answer."
Sydney gave a small shrug that almost came off as agreement. She wouldn't say it out loud but it definitely wasn't her first option, it wasn't even her second. If Sydney had it her way, she didn't want to think about Carmy's hands on you again.
And she'd thought about it. A lot.
"Something has to give, I don't think I can handle him canceling one more plan."
You sighed, a full-chested sigh that conveyed you felt her frustration. Pushing yourself off the counter, you placed a hand on Sydney's shoulder. If you were her, you would've felt the pure electricity that radiated off your touch.
"I'll at least talk to him, how about that?"
The talk didn't really do much. Carmy promised to do better, there was an apology in there somewhere. But you come to find out days later that'd he'd bitched out on another plan with Sydney.
Men, can't live with them!
It was in his office (without him of course, he was with Claire) with Sugar and Sydney that you'd all made up your minds. Well, you planted the idea and it grew from there.
"Lets just go get a drink, I don't think tonight is worth wasting any more energy."
Sugar jumped at the chance, already walking back out front to grab her purse. Sydney needed a little more convincing, her spirits a little crushed and her soul a little tired.
You'd managed to hush her up, giving her marching orders to get in your car and look like she was enjoying herself. Which, she ended up doing.
The booth was a little sticky and the music was a little shitty, the lights were so dim you could hardly see but you were having fun. Even Sydney had to admit she was having fun.
"Okay, fine! I'm having fun!"
Sugar let out a squeal of excitement, bringing your glasses together to cheers. "Here's to forgetting my little shit of a brother!"
After she said it, she turned to you with an apology on her tongue. "Oops."
You laughed it off, raising your glass and taking a sip. "No harm done, remember, we were-"
"Never togetherrrr." Sugar finished for you. "So you keep saying."
You just shook your head, calling the waitress over for another round. You ordered for yourself and Sydney before Sugar stopped you from getting hers. "Don't worry, Pete's on his way."
The three of you needed each other, needed this bond, needed these drinks, needed this moment. Regardless of your feelings towards Carmy, you'd all been scorned by him in some way, shape, or form.
It even felt good to hear Sydney get her real feelings off her chest.
"And you know what? Not to sound un-girls-girl, but fuck Claire!"
It was met with a quiet "fuck her!" from Sugar.
"She comes to the restaurant, she's just staaaaanding there, she knows she's taking up all his time."
All of you needed to get it out, you maybe the least. You knew it was hard for everyone else to understand, but you really didn't hold any resentment towards Carmy. Maybe a little, for leaving the kitchen high and dry. But really, you just enjoyed the memories of you two.
You and Sydney were a halfway through your new drinks when Sugar stood from the booth, grabbing her bag.
"Alright, I love you two more than life itself but I must depart!" You laughed as the tequila spoke for her.
"Bye, Shug!" You called after her as she waved and blew kisses at the both of you before disappearing through the door.
Leaving just you and Sydney alone at the table, you smiled at her as she intensely studied the grain of the wood. Sooner or later, she looked up and caught your gaze.
"Are you actually okay with Carmy and Claire?"
You smiled, earnestly. "Yes, I'm frustrated that it's upsetting you, but I'm inherently fine with it."
Sydney swallowed hard, you would've been able to hear it if the Brooks & Dunn in the bar wasn't so loud. She rolled the edge of her glass around the table before she spoke up.
"I just don't know how he's so okay with it."
You immediately thought she meant his letting the restaurant slide. But you knew Sydney, you knew her just enough that you could tell there was something sitting below the surface. You cared enough to implore it.
"Okay with what?"
She pulled her lip between her teeth before she looked up at you, like she was staring into the sun.
"With letting you go."
Your face softened, enough that she noticed. But Sydney also quickly noticed that it was a look of pity. That stung enough to make tears well on her waterline.
Pulling your jacket over your shoulders, you began to shuffle out of the booth. "I'll settle the tab and then I'll drive you home."
Sydney had never felt more like a tall child.
The lights of Chicago blurred past her eyes as you weaved through the streets. It wasn't lost on Sydney that you drove with one hand, the one closest to her was free and resting on your thigh.
She wanted nothing more than to reach over and hold onto it, maybe move it to her own thigh. As if you could read her mind, she caught the way your eyes flickered over to hers.
Slowly but surely, you lifted your free hand but instead brought it to the dial on the radio. As you turned it, she could hear the music in the car consuming her.
'And when I'm back in Chicago I feel it...'
She expected you to pull your hand back to your own leg but instead you reached over the gap of the centre console. Your hand brushed against hers as you took hold of it, squeezing it once and leaving the weight of it in hers.
Sydney knew that she had her chance, so she simply squeezed back and wrapped her other hand around yours with it. She held you tightly, like you were precious. Because you were.
She rested your hands in her lap, leaving them there against the soft fabric of her trousers as you continued you navigate the streets with one hand. When you pulled up outside her house, Sydney physically felt herself deflate.
Not only did you have to draw your hand back to kill the ignition, you'd reached the destination. It was up to her now to pull herself from the warm hold of your car and retreat to her room alone.
She weighed up the level of damage involved with throwing all caution to the wind right now. She figured she could just turn to you and let it out. Sydney could do something for herself for once.
As she balled up the courage in her chest, she didn't realise how long you'd both been sitting in silence until you finally spoke.
"Are you going to invite me up?"
-
And then Carmy loses his rag when he's locked in the chiller.
He laments about his failures, how much Claire had blinded him. He'd thrown your name in the mix, he'd apologised (for whatever reason) and decided his great epiphany.
If he'd never left you then none of this would've happened.
You weren't sure if he meant locking himself in the chiller or just everything in general. You weren't even in the kitchen at the time, this was all secondhand from Richie.
At the time Carmy was bearing his heart and soul to you, you were out the back of the restaurant holding back Sydney's braids as she emptied the contents of her stomach.
"I'm so sorry, this is so gross-"
"Don't apologise to me, how long has this been going on?"
The sound of the door screeching open tore your attention back over your shoulder.
"You really need to get in here- oh, what the fuck?"
"Richie, shut the fuck up. Can you get us some water?"
He grimaced a little at the sight in front of him but you pushed him with a flash of anger across your face. Yes, it was gross, but there weren't that many parts of Sydney you weren't fond of.
Even the ones that weren't pretty.
By the time Richie had come out with the water glass, he'd pressed even further how much you needed to get back into that kitchen. You knew it must've been bad if he wasn't even willing to tell you the details.
When you saw Claire by the chiller, you were moments away from asking for an explanation. You swallowed the words quickly as her face lit up in a hot rage, wet with tears. Before you could even think, she was turning on her heel to march out of the kitchen and back through the dining room.
What the actual fuck was happening?
It was a messy wee thing for you all to deal with, but deal with it you did. Sure, there was irreparable damage between Claire and Carmy (and you, by association), but the kitchen was stronger than ever.
And Sydney was happy again, back to having Carmy's attention and support at work. You saw the way she moved, her shoulders free of tension as she worked at her station. You just liked seeing her happy.
Sydney was happy, she was very pleased to be rid of the distraction that was forcing the kitchen apart. However, there was a gnawing little pit of jealousy that lived in her stomach and threatened to force its way out.
With Claire gone, there was nothing keeping you and Carmy apart.
She'd had you once, one perfect night. You'd been splayed out in the centre of her bed, her name falling off your lips as she settled in between your legs. She'd had a taste of you, and you weren't something she could just be okay with letting go of.
You were built from perfection.
So she waited, she waited for the other shoe to drop. There is always another shoe. Sure enough, no matter how hard Sydney tried to hide from it, it inevitably found her.
You and Carmy had arrived in the morning, same time, already laughing about something as you came through the door. That's all she needed, that feeling in her stomach expanded until she could barely breathe.
She caught the way Tina smiled at you both, a knowing smile. That cemented it for Sydney, if Tina had noticed it too, there was no doubt that it was unfolding in front of her and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop it.
And why should she stop it? You were happy! So was Carmy! And he was back to being fully present in the kitchen just like she wanted. But she'd be damned if she could get the thoughts of him touching you out of her head.
Touching you like she wanted to do. Like she'd done once, so fucking well.
Sydney wondered if Carmy really cared when he touched you? From the moment she held you she knew she wanted nobody else to do it, not the way she had. And now knowing that she had to share you? She felt like her head was going to spin right off.
She wondered what'd happen, when you finally told Carmy about what happened between the two of you. If you even would tell him. Did it mean as much to you as it did to her? Did it cross your mind every night like it did hers? Did you touch yourself as you lay in bed, reminiscing over that night like she did?
Probably not, she decided. You probably had Carmy to touch you, to hold you, and that would be consuming your mind. Sydney figured herself out to be an afterthought, a fun night that was never meant to become anything else.
When everyone was shutting the kitchen down and you were walking towards her across the dining room, Sydney braced for the worst. Silently, you helped her with the place settings until you spoke up.
"I told Carmy about us, about you and I."
In some sick way, all Sydney could really focus on was the fact that, even in the smallest form, there was an 'us.'
Without lifting her head, she continued to work on the cutlery. "And what does he think?"
You snorted a quiet laugh through your nose, a sound that should not have made flowers bloom in Sydney's chest. She couldn't breathe.
"He was jealous, I don't think he liked the idea of someone touching me like he does."
Sydney couldn't stop herself before her mouth opened. "Wonder what that's like."
In her peripheral vision, she could see your whole body still. Slowly, she trailed her eyes up the length of your body until they fixed on your face. Wounded, you looked wounded.
A sicker part of Sydney liked the idea of you finally knowing how she felt.
"I am so sorry, I never meant-"
"No, it's fine-" She cut you off, standing up to full height and brushing her hands on the front of her chef's whites. "I should've never got so attached."
"Sydney, please let me-"
"It was always meant to be you and Carmy, and now it is. Anyways, isn't this what I wanted?"
As she begin to walk away, leaving you alone in the dining room, Sydney mulled the same question over in her head.
Isn't this what she wanted?
-
"I just feel fucking terrible."
Your hands splayed out against Carmy's chest, fine hairs under your fingertips and inky tattoo's muddling against your skin. He held you so tightly as you rolled your hips in his lap.
"Don't worry about it, baby." He responded, breath a little clipped as he fucked up into you. "She said it's what she wanted."
You rolled your eyes before your eyes rolled back, Carmy's cock hitting the exact spot you needed it to. "You didn't see the look on her face or hear the way she said it-"
"To be honest, sweetheart, I don't really want to be visualising Syd when I'm balls deep in you."
Snapping your gaze down to his, you realised pretty quickly that you shouldn't have. Carmy looked incredible, eyes blown out, sheen of sweat across his skin as he put all his energy into fucking you. Ignoring the pang it sent to your stomach, you used the leverage of his shoulders to bounce on him.
"I really fucked up, Carm. I knew how much she was into me and I was selfish about it."
You couldn't really be sure he was listening to you, with the way his hands were running up your front to tweak at your nipples. You tried not to give away what it was doing to you, but a few whimpers escaped your lips, regardless.
It wasn't lost on you the way the corner of Carmy's lip quirked up at that. He took his eyes off your body to fix on your own, fighting for your attention as he kept rolling your hips against his.
"Selfish? What were you missing me or something?"
Your eyes narrowed at him, hand leaving his shoulder to playfully smack his cheek. It immediately conjured a groan from deep within his chest, a sound that hit you right in the middle of your stomach and made your hips falter.
"You're bad, Carmen."
"Yeah?" He questioned you, hands gripping your hips to lift you slightly, increasing the pace of his own thrusts. "Well you're worse."
You wanted to argue with him, you had it on the tip of your tongue but the minute he started jackhammering his hips into you- it was gone in an instant.
"Missed me so fucking bad that you got into bed with Sydney. You laid back and let her put her mouth all over you, because you couldn't get what you wanted from me."
The words were crazy, he was speaking pure insanity but the way his cock hit deep inside you was enough to curb your arguing. The minute you tried to open your mouth, a pathetic moan slipped right off your tongue.
"Thaaaat's right," He cooed, goading you into more embarrassing little sounds. "You missed the way this felt so you had to go get it wherever you could."
It was a lot, it was nearly too much for you to handle. Right as you thought you were slipping, that he was going to win eternal bragging rights, you found your own again. Tensing tight, you made sure to choke Carmy's cock on his next thrust.
The man beneath you froze, eyes rolling back and hips stuttering as you clenched around him. Finding yourself, you pressed your hands back on his pecs as you bounced in his lap.
"Not quite, Carmen," His name dripping like silk off your tongue. "Sure, you might've decided to fuck off on me but it's not like I was hard up on options."
Carmy tried to respond, but it was his turn for the words to get lost in his throat. His hips bucked up into you, cock twitching at the feeling of you gripping him even tighter.
"Look at me," You ordered, his eyes shooting open to take in the sight of you above him. "Do you really think someone that looks like me, looks as good as I do right now would be hard up?"
You caught the slight shake of his head, the way his hands fixed back on your waist and pulled you down on him with every bounce. He was desperate, the way he speared you straight on his cock was sending shockwaves right through you but you fought to remain in control.
"I could've had anyone I wanted and I chose Sydney, because I've seen the way she looks at me."
You leaned down, lips up close to his ear as you spoke. This close, you could hear him whimpering for you, the heady sounds emanating from within him.
"I fucked Sydney because I needed someone to treat me the way I deserve. When she had her mouth on me, it felt like I was being worshipped."
Carmy squirmed under you, you'd been in this position enough times to know exactly what was going to happen. His lips fell open and the string of incoherent moans you'd know him for began sounding.
"And you know what, Carmen?"
You could hear him chanting quiet little sounds of 'what, tell me baby?' as you spurred him on.
"I think you both need to learn how to share."
A visual splashed across Carmy's mind. The sight of you, face down ass up. Your mouth between Sydney's spread legs as her head crushed into the pillow. Carmy's hands pulling your hips back onto his as he fucked you roughly from behind. The both of them sharing you.
All of a sudden, Carmy pulled you down into his lap and launched his hips up. His head tipped back, his mouth fell open as he came deep inside you. Your name was the only thing he remembered how to say as he shot several hot ropes of cum into you.
The sight of it was something to behold, your hand falling down to rub between your legs as you felt him finish in you. It was all enough to push you right over the edge, head dropping into the crook of his neck as you reached your own peak.
As you came down, you felt Carmy's hand rubbing soothing circles into your back. The blood rushing around your ears was dissipating and you could only just register he was speaking.
"Huh?" You asked quietly, lips gently pressing against the skin of his shoulder.
"You can have it," He repeated, fingernails gently scratching up your spine. "Whatever you want, you can have it."
-
Apologies were an uncomfortable beast. Carmy was coming to terms with them a little better, after a bit of self reflection. He figured they made him uncomfortable because they were necessary.
For you, you were feeling lucky that Sydney was the forgiving type. You’d fully expected her to ask you to go fuck yourself when you’d attempted your apologies. Nice enough, she’d been quick to forgive.
In her eyes, she just wanted whatever part of you she could get her hands on.
That was probably why she was here right now. Back in this bar with you, the bar that (as far as she was concerned) was the beginning of everything.
That’s why she was also astonishingly fine with Carmy being here too. She was even sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. It was then you noticed they were moving in sync, the way they both raised their glasses to their lips at the same time.
Your eyes flickered back and forth between the two, shitty music making up for the lack of conversation and dim light dancing across the both of them.
They looked good this way, this is how they were almost meant to look. Content? Beautiful?
Looking like everything you ever wanted.
So it was a natural course of events, when the three of you later burst through the door of Carmy’s bedroom. You stopped at the end of his bed, trapped between the two of them.
Carmy’s chest to your back, Sydney pressing firmly to your front. Trapped.
Trapped, but completely willing.
Hot, physically and theoretically. The heat that was radiating off the both of them was consuming you. Sydney's hands were desperately working up the front of your shirt, feeling across your chest to cover any stretch of skin that she could.
Carmy's hands were on the waist of your jeans, undoing the button and fly as he dove down the front of them. His strong, skilled fingers felt you through the thin barrier of your underwear.
Your head tipped back, resting on one of Carmy's shoulders. Sydney took her chance, bridging the gap and closing her lips on your throat. You could feel her sucking at the skin, teeth gently running along the column of your throat.
The unmistakable feeling of Carmy hardening against your ass was ever present in the back of your mind. As Sydney worked you up, Carmy was pushing your jeans down your thighs, pressing his cock further into the split of your ass.
His lips came to your left ear, you could feel the heat of his breath as he spoke. "You look so fucking good like this, feel so fucking good."
As his fingers began to breach the front of your underwear, it was Sydney that was making moves on your right ear. "Been dying to taste you again, once wasn't ever gonna' be enough."
Your hips bucked up into Carmy's hand as he stroked you slowly, Sydney's teeth gently gripping your earlobe. It was overwhelming, the bother of you whispering exactly what you needed to hear, working together.
They worked well together, one glimpse into the kitchen and you could tell they worked well together. But even now, the way they were touching you, talking to you- they were the perfect team.
"On the bed, sweetheart." Carmy spoke as he drew his hands from your underwear.
Sydney stepped aside to let you move, watching you kick off your jeans as you moved to the bed. She moved towards you briefly, helping you pull your shirt off over your head and throw it to the side.
As she moved back beside Carmy, you stared up at the both of them under half-lidded eyes. Carmy had stripped down to his underwear, a large hand gently palming his cock through his briefs. He moved to the end of the bed, gripping your ankle and pulling you towards him.
"Get down here, Syd." He ordered, as if they were running the pass.
She was quick to follow the order, kneeling down beside him with her hand wrapping around your other leg. They both pulled you in closer, Carmy taking the initiative to get rid of your underwear.
Sydney reached forward, her hand running up your stomach gently enough to leave goosebumps. "You're un-fucking-believable."
You laughed, just quietly, head rolling around on the mattress as they both stared at you like your next meal. Not waiting for another instruction, Sydney brought her mouth against your entrance and gave you one long lick.
Head tipping back, hips raising, your mouth flew open with a string of moans. Her tongue was unbelievable, moving across you quickly but not failing to miss a single spot.
You could feel the familiar prodding of Carmy's fingers, moving under Sydney's tongue so they could work together. Two of his thick fingers breached your entrance, curling up as Sydney's tongue kept up it's ministrations.
"That feel good, baby?" Carmy's voice snapped you back into reality. "Feel good when we share you?"
All you could do was nod, nod furiously as you rolled your hips down to feel more of their combined efforts. Your hand gently reached behind Sydney's head, pulling her in closer till you were effectively humping her face.
"Yeah, that's right- let her have it." Carmy cooed, his fingers still pumping into you whilst his other hand was pressed to his crotch.
Sydney only moaned, the vibrations hitting you straight on and sending a surge to the pit of your stomach. Carmy could feel the way you were clenching, being well versed with your body he knew exactly what was on the way.
So when you whined at the feeling of him withdrawing his fingers, he was quick to shut you up by man-handling you up the bed. "Hush, you're so fuckin' spoilt."
And you knew he was right, everything you wanted you always got it. That's why you were settled back against the pillows, watching him strip off his boxers whilst Sydney's shirt was being discarded.
You quietly slipped a hand between your legs, gathering the wetness from Sydney's spit to rub yourself. Your eyes fluttered, head tipping back into the plush bed as you watched Sydney reveal more skin to you.
"Baby can't even wait a fuckin' minute?" Carmy questioned, kneeling on the bed to grip your hips.
In a swift motion, he flipped you over. Still holding your hips, he pulled them up until you were face down with your back arched. He could always get you exactly how he wanted you.
Sydney came around the bed, sitting in front you with her hand coming to cup your jaw. "You deserve everything you want."
As she cooed at you, she leaned in just enough to press her lips against yours. You could hear the sigh from Carmy, no doubt rolling his eyes as Sydney quickly gave into you.
Sydney knew your games just as well as he did. Difference was, she didn't mind. She'd feed into you for as long as you let her.
Your mouth dropped and a moan slipped onto Sydney's tongue as you felt the head of Carmy's cock pressing against your entrance. As he eased into you, your eyes began to roll back, hands shooting out to grip Sydney's thighs.
"Want- ah fuck- want to taste you." Your voice sounded breathy and desperate.
Sydney eased herself back, legs spreading around you as you hungrily dove to get your tongue on her. Without wasting a second, you ran your tongue from her entrance to her clit and listened keenly for the sounds she made.
Looking up from under your tired eyes, you saw the blissed expression on her face. Both your arms hooked around her thighs, lips closing around her clit to suck gently.
Carmy fully sunk himself into you, giving you a second to adjust to the stretch. Soon, he was rolling his hips in a steady rhythm that was sending you even closer to Sydney's cunt.
You felt a large hand splay across your lower back, Carmy soothing you as he began to speed up. He fucked you hard, watching the way you clenched around his cock and moved your head quicker between Sydney's legs.
This is what he'd imagined, this was exactly what he'd thought of that night (and honestly, a couple of other times in the shower before work). This was a sight he could get used to.
Carmy wasn't all too keen on sharing you, he had an underlying penchant for jealousy when it came to you. But as he watched Sydney cup a hand around the back of your head, as he heard you moan directly into her core, as he watched you fuck yourself back onto him.
He figured this was definitely worth a little hit of jealousy.
Sydney's hips rolled up to meet your mouth, her backside lifting off the bed as she pulled you down against her. Quiet little whimpers of your name were drifting perfectly off her lips. Her eyes were switching between fluttering shut and fixing dreamily on you.
You could feel the hint of your release working it's way up your body. Strengthening your grip on Sydney's thighs, you pulled her in tight so you could suck at her clit, listening for what it did to her.
"Holy- fuck- oh God- I'm gonna' cum-"
Looking up at her, you found her eyes on yours. Drawing back just a little, you laid your tongue flat against her before running it up, flicking the tip of it against her clit and watching her eyes screw shut.
Sydney rode your face through her orgasm, the feeling running red hot through you. You could hear the faint sounds of Carmy talking you through it. "That's it, make her cum- you're doing so good."
His words were too much, coupled with the taste of Sydney on your tongue and the feeling of her gripping tight onto you. Your hips began to roll back against Carmy, desperately searching for the relief you needed.
Feeling his hand wrap underneath you, Carmy began stroking you towards your orgasm. His chest came to press against your back as he spoke in your ear. "Come on, baby- that's it- cum for us."
Eyes going a blinding white, you felt yourself collapsing into Sydney's lap as your orgasm overtook you. Gripping tight around Carmy, you threw your hips back against him as he pressed himself flush to you.
You felt him twitch inside you, a string of curses leaving his lips as he came for you. You felt his hot cum hitting deep inside of you, leaving you feeling completely full. All you had left to do was fall, splayed out, in the centre of the bed, totally fucked out.
Carmy was the one that cleaned you up, but it was Sydney that brought you the glass of water and tucked you up. You felt her soft kisses against your forehead and by the time you opened your eyes, you could see she was already fully dressed.
You reached out for her, grasping her hand gently before mumbling something about "we should do this again."
Faint sounds of her laughing about that with Carmy caught your ears, but the sleep was taking over too much for you to be able to understand the joke.
When Carmy joined you in bed, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you close to him, you managed one more mumble before you finally crashed out.
"You guys work really, really, well together."
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Heather - Chapter One
Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Bartender!Reader
Summary: You’ve fallen for the smart college kid who frequents the bar your work in. The only problem? He has a girlfriend.
Warnings: fluff, swearing, angst, mentions of drugs
A/N: For reference, the reader is 21 and Lip is 20. Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think. I love you all! xxx
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Chapter One
The door to the bar was pushed open, letting in the chilly Chicago wind, you heard the brothers before you saw them. The youngest one let out a high pitched giggle and you heard the older one chuckle and say something you couldn’t decipher. Then you saw them, you saw the gorgeous young man holding his baby brother in his arms.
Lips’s cheeks were rosy from the cold and he glanced up at you with a grin as Liam shifted in his arms.
“There’s my favourite boy! Hi, Liam,” you smile, waving at the little boy who gave you a toothy grin as he waved back.
Lip smirked as he walked up to the bar, “and what about me?”
“Hmm,” you pretended to ponder as your eyes roamed up and down the length of his body, “you’re alright I guess.”
He laughed as he slid onto a stool as he balanced Liam on the one next to him, “rude. Can I study here? At this time of day, it’s quieter than the library,” he ran a hand through his curls, leaving them even more tousled.
“Sure!” you laughed, resting your hip against the bar, “but I’m not serving you any alcohol until next year.”
“Oh, Y/N,” he pulled a face.
“My bar, my rules,” you grinned at the smallest Gallagher as you made him a diluted juice.
Lip scoffed as he took his college work out of his bag, “it’s your parents bar.”
You rolled your eyes as you poured him a glass of coke, “yeah and they want nothing to do with it, so it’s mine,” you laughed as you put the glass of soda in front of him.
He narrowed those gorgeous blue eyes at you but he thanked you all the same, while Lip got to work you entertained Liam by watching a Disney movie with him on your phone.  It was a random Tuesday at 2pm, the bar was very dead so you could spend as much time as you liked with the Gallagher brothers.
You didn’t realise Lip was watching you until he spoke softly, “you’re good with him.”
You glanced up at him, his eyes were warm and he was giving that soft smile that showed off his dimples. You laughed as your cheeks warmed up and you stood up straight, raising an eyebrow, “so are you.”
Lip laughed as he ruffled Liam’s hair as the little boy looked up at him with adoration, “he’s my little brother.”
You smiled as you took a sip of your soda as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “do you guys want some pizza rolls?”
Lip groaned and pulled a face, “that’s sweet but for the past week, I’ve had cold pizza for breakfast.”
You laughed as you nodded, “fair enough. Are you doing much tonight?”
At your question, Lip’s easy smile fell from his lips and he started fidgeting with the drawstrings of his hoodie, “I’m meeting my girlfriend’s parents.”
Your heart dropped like a stone but you managed to keep your face under control as you stared at him. The pressure in the bridge of your nose swelled and you knew you were moments away from crying. You looked away from him and started cleaning the front bar – even though it was spotless – and you finally trusted your voice to speak.
“Didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”
He scoffed, “yeah, I’m pretty sure her family didn’t know she had a boyfriend until recently, it’s been going on for a couple of months and I think she’s barely said a word about me,” he shook his head as he glanced up at you with a small smile, “what about you? What are you doing tonight?”
You smiled, happy for the slight change of subject, “dinner with my parents.”
Lip laughed as he ran a hand through his hair, “wow, so you’ll be having just as much fun as me.”
You nodded with a roll of your eyes, you hated having dinner with your parents. The dinners were nothing more than a chance for your parents to remind you just how disappointed they were in you.
“Something like that. Is Liam going back home when you’re at your girlfriend’s?”
Lip shook his head as he scrawled something in his notebook, “no, my sorta roommate is taking him.”
You scoffed, normally you withheld your judgement but this time, you couldn’t stop it, “so you’re gonna leave him with someone you barely know instead of leaving him with your sister?”
“My roommate didn’t nearly kill him with a stash of cocaine, Y/N.”
“Lip, surely it was an accident, maybe you should give her a chance.”
Lip looked up at you, a crease forming in between his eyebrows, “for once, Y/N, just stay out of it,” his voice was unnaturally harsh that you almost flinched back. His eyes went wide with guilt, “Y/N, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, you’re right, I shouldn’t get involved.”
“Hey,” he closed a warm hand around your wrist, “I like it when you get involved,” you smiled as your cheeks flushed.
Lip studied for about half an hour more before he checked the time and told you he had to go, “good luck for tonight.”
Lip grinned at you as he dressed Liam in his coat, “thanks Y/N. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
You nodded, with a smile, pretending like you couldn’t wait when in reality, you couldn’t think of anything worse. At the end of your shift, your best friend and bar manager, Jessica came to relieve you. She grinned at you as she pulled you into a hug.
“Where’s your boyfriend?”
You scowled at her as you slipped into your jacket, “he’s not my boyfriend.”
Jess quirked an eyebrow “oh yeah? Then how did you know who I was talking about?”
You sighed, “he has a girlfriend.”
“What? How? I mean that boy looks at you like you put the stars in the sky. You know it won’t last right? This girl is probably someone he fucked and now he’s too nice to tell her he doesn’t want to be with her.”
You laugh, “hopefully. I’ll see you later, I’m having dinner with the assholes tonight but I’ll try and get out of it early.”
“Okay, babe. I’ll see you later.”
You smiled at her as you leave the bar and headed home. As soon as you started working at the age of 16 you began saving for your own place, you didn’t want to live with your parents any longer than you had to. As you got ready, you had two glasses of wine, there was no way you were showing up to your parents’ house sober.
You got an uber over to their place and it was your dad who opened the door with a roll of his eyes, “you decided to show up did you?”
You scoffed as you walked into the house, “wait, I had a choice?” your dad didn’t reply which was so like him.
You walked into the dining room where your mom was setting the table. The set up looked fancy, fancier than usual, and that was saying something. Your mom glanced up at you as she poured wine into a couple of glasses. You only had wine on special occasions.
“I hope you won’t embarrass us tonight, Y/N.”
You scoffed as you leaned your hip against the doorframe, “no promises. What’s the special occasion?”
“My boyfriend is coming over,” your sister replied as she walked into the room. She looked beautiful in a dress of green lace that complimented her red hair.
Your eyes widened, “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. Why didn’t you tell me?”
She shrugged, a sheepish smile on her face, “you know my whole thing that as soon as I tell people, it all goes to shit. I really like this guy, Y/N.”
You gave her a warm smile and you knew she was telling the truth; she was the only one in your family who was ever happy to see you. Before you could say anything the doorbell rang and you walked back through the hallway to get the door. You pulled the door open and fell into silence when you saw who was at the door.
Lip’s jaw fell and all you could do was stare at each other, both of you as shocked as the other.
“Y/N! Are you gonna let him in or what?” Heather giggled as she came to the door and pulled him inside.
You had to turn away when Heather pulled him in for a kiss, tangling her hand in his curls.
When they pulled away, Heather gestured at you, “Lip, this is my sister, Y/N.”
Before Lip could say anything you spoke up, “nice to meet you, Lip.”
His jaw clenched as he stared at you with hurt in his eyes, “yeah, it’s nice to meet you too.”
It sounded like you were underwater as Heather introduced Lip to your parents, she went off to the kitchen to get him a beer and your parents attended to the dinner. With a sigh, you turned and walked straight outside as you lit a cigarette.
“You’ve been driven to smoking now?” Lip laughed nervously as he came outside with you.
“I smoke when I’m stressed.”
“Y/N, look,” he started but you cut him off.
“Are you cheating on her? She really likes you Lip, and I know your track record with women.”
Lip scoffed as he ran a hand through his hair, “no, Y/N. Of course I’m not cheating on her. You mad at me or somethin’?”
“No, I’m not mad, I just,” I wish I were Heather, “I just want you to be good to her.”
“If I’m not you have full permission to kick my ass.”
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lvrzegras · 5 months
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Mason's Sister | J. Drysdale
pairing: Jamies Drysdale x fem!reader
word count: 1.4k
summary: Mason told Jamie that his sister was off limits, until she isn't
warnings: none? this is trash though be warned
not my gif!
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“Mason!” You yelled, running down the stairs to jump at your brother, his arms opening to catch you. 
“Goose!” He grinned, holding you in a tight hug. 
“Told you not to call me that!” You groaned, letting go of your brother. 
“And I told you no.” The smile never left either of your faces. 
Until you saw his guest. Jamie Drysdale. He hated you for no reason, always ignoring you and when he did acknowledge you it was purely to annoy you. 
“You brought him!” You whispered to Mason, making sure he didn’t hear. 
“He’s my best friend, you’ll be fine for a week.” He shrugged, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder after. 
“Mase!” You laughed, your world upside down as he carried you outside. Setting you down in the grass after, sitting beside you while Jamie followed behind. 
“Why’d you bring me out here?” It seemed like a fair question, looking away from the blossoming sunset to look at your brother.
“Wanted to watch the sunset with my sister who I’ve missed so dearly.” He grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and dragging you down. 
A mumbled comment falling from Jamie’s lips, earning a hard smack from Mason. You didn’t hear what he said but seeing how hard Mason hit him, you’d assume it wasn’t anything nice. When you heard your name slip past your brother's lips as he was whispering to Jamie, you took it as your cue to leave. 
“I’m going to go in.” You gave a false salute to your brother before getting up to walk inside, remembering to leave the door unlocked for them. 
“I can’t believe you!” Mason groaned, running his hands through his hair. 
“What? Said I was sorry!” Jamie claimed, calling his mumbled sorry an apology. 
“What did she do to you? You’re never like this to anyone else, you’re my best friend. I can't have you hate my sister.” 
“I don’t hate her!” 
“Then why do you do this shit?” Mason groaned, gripping at his hair now. 
“I don’t know! It just started and it worked because if she hated me then I could tell myself I have no chance of being with her and especially because she’s your sister!” Jamie’s words mumbling out, ending barely audible. Mason’s head lifting at the confession.
“You started acting like this when I told you that you couldn’t date my sister,” The correlations connecting in Mason’s mind. “You like her! And you chose to be a dick to her so she won’t like you? What fucking logic is that?” Mason exclaimed, watching blush cover his best friend's cheeks. 
“The logic that you told me she was off limits.” He urged back, pushing a hand through his hair to calm himself. 
“You should’ve talked to me! Not been a fucking dick to my sister! If there was one person I’d let have a chance with her it was you!” Mason argued back, earning a blank stare from Jamie. 
“You would’ve let me ask her out?” Jamie’s voice was quiet, staring at his best friend in awe. 
“Had you not been an absolute dick and lost any chance with her, yes. Now you have no chance but if you ever get another chance with her, you better not fuck it up.” Mason warned, keeping his eyes on Jamie’s slightly scared expression. 
Jamie nodded, standing up to run inside, trying his best to get away from his best friend who looked ready to kill him. Quickly darting inside while Mason stood up, running into the nearest door in the house when he entered. Yet unluckily, it had been your room. 
“What the fuck?” You were sitting in your bed, laptop on your lap watching a movie. Jamie was stunned, his eyes trailing your body quickly before spitting out an answer. 
“‘M sorry, your brother just looks like he’s going to kill me right now.” 
“And so you run into my room?” You questioned, pausing the movie to talk to the Canadian.
“I didn’t know it was your room, it was just the first door I saw!” 
“Okay, differently, why is Mase out to kill you?” 
The question seemed to freeze Jamie, his mouth got dry at the question simply not having an answer available or the time to make up a lie. 
“Jamie?” The call of his name sounded miles away as his head spun, he knew it had no logical answer for you right now. 
“I- Um” Mumbled of started but never finished words slipped past his lips, standing in the middle of your room just staring at you. 
“I get you hate me but like tell me or leave please?” It was like his brain short circuited when he heard you say that you thought he hates you. 
“I don’t hate you, I love you.” The minute the words slipped past his lips his hand was covering his mouth, his eyes widening in shock. A quiet ‘oh no’ mumbled under his breath as he tried to gauge your reaction. 
“What?” Was all you could seem to say, staring at him in awe. 
“Nevermind, it was an accident. I didn't mean to say anything.” He quickly got out, turning towards your door again. 
“No Jamie, come back.” You groaned, moving off your bed when he didn’t stop moving towards the door. 
Your hand on his shoulder stopping him just before the door, making him turn to look at him. His eyes held a panic that you couldn’t help but hate. 
“Why do you act like you hate me?” Jamie shook his head at the question, focusing on how soft your voice sounded as you spoke to him.
“I do hate you.” He tried, his voice giving away the clear lie. 
“No you don’t, you just told me you loved me.” You pushed back, watching panic cover his features again. “Stop panicking.” You mumbled at the fear covering his face. 
“I just told you I love you. I think that’s a good reason to panic!” He answered in return, making you laugh.
The panic on his face lessened at the sound, smiling at the way you tried to stop yet couldn’t, a smile prominent on your face. Once you had composed yourself you leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to Jamie’s cheek. 
“I love you too idiot.” A wave of confusion covered Jamie’s face at your words, letting the emotion cover his face. 
“But I was so bad to you?” 
“You were so good at first, just because you randomly became an asshole didn’t mean I could get rid of how I felt for you before.” 
“Fuck I’m so sorry, I should’ve just talked to him, please baby, tell you’ll be mine?” Jamie’s words came out fast, like a breath of relief. Letting you nod before he kissed you, his arms wrapping around your waist while yours tangled through his hair. 
“What did you mean talk to him?” You asked Jamie when he moved away, pecking your lips once more before completely pulling away.
“Oh, Mason. He told me you were off limits and then told me that I was the one person he’d let date you.” Jamie admitted, luring you back towards your bed, moving your laptop before getting you to lay with him. Keeping his arms around your body, making sure you were pressed against him as he laid in your bed.
“I’m going to kill him, he doesn’t get to decide who I date!” You protested, shifting in Jamie’s arms as if to get up. 
Jamie’s grip tightened, not wanting you to leave yet. His hands rubbing circles on your back as if to lure you to stay, and it worked. Letting the calm overcome you of Jamie’s hand running along your skin you sunk back into the bed, curling in Jamie’s arms before letting sleep overcome you. 
“What the fuck?” Mason’s voice interrupted the quiet that fell over the room not even ten minutes later.
“Shh, you’ll wake her!” Jamie whispered, his hand moving to cover your ears. 
“Why are you in bed with my sister?” Mason’s tone still loud but his voice a whisper now. 
“Because I ran in here when you looked like you were ready to kill me.” 
“That doesn’t explain anything!” 
“I uh- may have accidentally confessed I love her?” 
Mason shook his head, mumbling something about talking about this later before closing the door, a small smile on his face.
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Hello! Don't know if you're still taking requests, but would I be able to request 8 and 33 from the physical affection prompt list with Crosshair? I can totally see him using that to spend time with his SO!! 😁
Hey anon! I know it's been forever since you sent this in, so I really hope you see it! Sorry it took a long time!
"Close to You"
8. Play fighting/wrestling
33. Playful shove
Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader
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It was a nice day on the planet, Naboo, and you and the Bad Batch were taking some downtime there for a little bit until you received your next mission. As you were about to get off the ship, Crosshair arm-checked you in the doorway and pushed past you. You cast a perplexed look at him, but he simply looked back over his shoulder and smirked at you as he went down the ramp.
He'd been doing that a lot lately, giving you light shoves as he'd walk by you and you couldn't quite understand why, but then he'd grin at you after doing so. His peculiar behavior peaked your curiosity. You'd seen him and his brothers push each other around often, but he never grinned at them like he did with you. At one point, you went to Hunter to see if he had any explanation behind Crosshair's behavior. All he had to say was that Crosshair was more physical with people he likes or feels comfortable around, hence why he shoved his brothers around all the time. It was just how he was; how he expressed himself. When you asked why Crosshair grinned at you the way he did, Hunter didn't really have much an answer other than, "Maybe he just likes you a little more."
If that were true...you wouldn't mind it at all.
You had found your gaze drifting towards Crosshair a lot more recently. Something about his stoic, quiet personality intrigued you and you really wanted to try and get him out of his shell a little more. You wanted to know him more; you wanted to see a side of him that even his brothers didn't know. That and you found him particularly handsome. Something about the sharp curvature of his cheek bones, the way his lips pressed together with a toothpick between them, the way the light hit his brown eyes...you were well and truly smitten with the sniper.
He tended to like to stay up a little later than the rest of the squad, so you decided to try something out once everyone else had retired for the night.
Soon, night came and you spotted Crosshair sitting outside by a space heater. His armor had been removed and he was just in his blacks, just like you were in yours. You carefully made your way down the ramp of the ship, but he heard you coming and stood up upon seeing you.
"Everything all right?" he asked you.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you responded as you walked up to him. Then you playfully shoved him in the arm and said, "Just checking on you and making sure you're okay."
He looked a bit taken aback at your gesture before saying, "I'm...fine."
Motioning to his arm where you'd hit him, you stated, "Hunter says that's how you show people you like them. I thought doing it back would do the same thing."
"Yes, but...it's different with you," he admitted.
"What do you mean?" you asked.
He flashed a grin at you; a softer, more sincere one that you had never seen from him before that made him almost glow even more in the light of the space heater. "For me...it's just another way to be close to you," he told you.
Surprised, you blurted out, "Then why didn't you just say something before?"
He smirked again and replied, "This was more fun," as he then nudged you again in the arm with his shoulder.
You figured two could play at that game. With your mouth agape at his gesture, you decided to gently shove him back. That only made him grin even more as he gave another push, a little harder than before. When you went to retaliate, however, he caught your hands in his, holding them in place and pushing against them.
"Hey, no fair!" you cried.
You pulled your hands free, but as you turned to try and move away, he pulled you back, grabbing you around the waist with his arms and pulling your back against his chest as he lifted you just a little off the ground and walked backward slowly.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked tauntingly in your ear.
"You know, if you just wanted to be close to me, all you had to do was say--aah!"
Suddenly, you found yourself falling as Crosshair seemed to trip over something as he walked backwards and you both tumbled to the ground with a thud. You heard Crosshair groan from not only the impact of the ground, but also of you landing on top of him before rolling off.
"Are you okay?" you inquired, crawling over to him.
"Never...better," he groaned as he sat up. However, just as he got all the way up, he was suddenly pushed back down onto his back, but not because you had shoved him...because you had leapt onto him and were hugging him around his neck. His arms stiffened at his sides at the sudden, unexpected closeness he was receiving from you, not to mention with you being on top of him.
"If you wanted to be close to me...I would've obliged right away," you said softly to him. "I care a lot about you, Crosshair. I hope this is what you want."
His arms gradually enclosed themselves around you, embracing you closely, and you could feel his body relax underneath you. Then he responded, "Not quite."
When you pulled back to question him further, his hand was immediately on your cheek for a brief moment before it slid to the back of your head and he pulled you down to him, lifting his head a little to meet you partway as he joined his lips softly with yours. There was a delightful shiver that ran down your spine at how sweetly he kissed you and you couldn't help but smile into the kiss as you deepened it.
After a moment, he pulled back, a new light in his eyes upon realizing you had kissed him back and were smiling adoringly down at him. "Now, I've gotten what I wanted," he then spoke, a content grin on his face. "This was everything I'd hoped for...and more."
Pleased with his reply, you bent over, kissed him once more and then laid your head down on his chest, cuddling up to him. His arms held you safely against him, right where he wanted you to be.
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Part 4 
Salvatore little sister x Damon Salvatore x Stefan Salvatore
Warnings: Swearing, death/murder
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As soon as Jeremy opened the door a bunch of hybrids came crashing through the house, starting to attack everyone.
Damon, enraged started to rip all the hybrids that are attacking him, hearts out, then throwing them right next to the limp bodies. Katherine and Elena coincidentally fighting next to each other made all the hybrids confused as which one of them were Elena.
“Which one of you is Elen-” one of the hybrids started but Jeremy attacked him and decapitated him before he could say the rest of his sentence. 
“That was quite rude, I have a way better personality and better looking than her” Katherine said before slamming one of the hybrids into the railing. Elena just glared at her before moving to an opposite spot of the room.
While they were fighting off the last few hybrids you had no idea what was going on downstairs since Tyler and Caroline’s room was on the other side of the house and the door was closed. That was until a hybrid got past all of them and followed the sound of your voice to the room. He crashed into the room and you screamed, frightened and backed away until you hit the headboard of the bed.
You still had your light brown teddy bear tight in your grasp and hugged up to your chin. The guy vampire sped towards you and stabbed a shot full of vervain on your shoulder. You fell slump against the headboard and he picked you up, speeding out of the house without anyone seeing or hearing anything.  
By the time all the hybrids were dead, some of the furniture was flipped over. Immediately Damon sped upstairs and searched all the rooms that you could’ve been in, including tearing apart the fort you built and tripped on one of the blankets. 
“Fuck!” He swore and got back up then went downstairs to everyone else. “y/n’s gone” He informed. 
“One of Klaus’s hybrids must of gone upstairs and taken her while we weren’t paying any attention. 
“Well we would have heard her screaming right?” Caroline asked, worried. 
Damon clenched his fists, trying to push back his anger. “She was in your guys’ room” Damon said, motioning towards Caroline and Tyler.
“How do you know she was in there?” Elena questioned.
“I saw three of her stuffed animals scattered on their bed and the sheets were scattered as if she were trying to back away from someone coming towards her.”
“So what are we going to do? How are we supposed to get her back without Klaus killing all of us, cause he will with no hesitation. And that’s coming from someone that’s been running from him for hundreds of years” Katherine said, pouring herself a drink then downed it. 
“What about Elijah, would he know where Klaus might be?” Jeremy asked.
“I’ll see if there’s anything that he knows” Elena said getting her phone that was laying on the ground, phoning Elijah. 
After the first three rings he picked up, “Why does he always pick up when you phone but never when I phone him” Damon complained, not noticing Elena put her phone on speaker. 
‘Because every single time you phoned me it was always something stupid or just to piss me off’ Elijah said, making Damon freeze.
“Fair enough” Damon shrugged then put on a serious facial expression.
“So your brother’s hybrids came and attacked us we killed them all obviously then plot twist one of them got away, went upstairs and kidnapped y/n” Katherine said, trying to imitate Elena.
‘I know that was you speaking Katerina, your vocabulary is very different from Elena’s. Oh and also who is y/n?’ He asked, confused.
“She’s our four-year-old sister - well older but, you know- whatever” Stefan said, panicking about where you were. 
‘I’ll see what I can do, I’ll make sure to contact you as soon as I find out anything’ Elijah sighed.
“Okay, thank you so much, bye” Elena said. “Alright, bye” he hanged up and he looked towards his brother.
“What did you do Niklaus?” Elijah said, rage laced in his voice.
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Bedside Manner (Medic!AFAB!Reader x TLOU2! Tommy Miller )
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Spoiler Free Summary: you’ve been secretly in love with Tommy Miller for years. When he gets injured, you - the town medic - take care of him. One thing leads to another…
CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TLOU2
Spoiler Friendly Summary: After losing the closest thing to a best friend you had, the man you’ve secretly pined after for six years is brought to your door gravely wounded. Given time and proximity, you finally act on your feelings.
Pairings: Tommy Miller x Reader , past one sided Joel Miller x Reader
CWs: major character death, spoilers, unprotected PIV, unsafe sex, oral sex (m!receiving), implied thoughts of adultery, Tommy has a dirty mouth, praise kink, big girthy unspecified age gap, mutual pining, cowgirl lmao.
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Before the outbreak, there was a rule, a code that all doctors, medics and nurses followed. Do no harm, always help where you can, and don’t get involved with your patients. Simple enough.
That code still mostly applies these days, though you’re pretty sure it’s a much more loose moral code, thanks to your FEDRA sponsored medical education. Wham bam thank you military dictatorship, you’ll take your education and run, thanks very much.
You’ve always had a thing for him. Ever since he joined the community almost seven years ago, just a few months after you, when you were younger and freshly establishing yourself as one of the town medics.
Of course, you’d been too young, too shy, too focused on your job and earning your place in the community, and even if you’d felt a spark between you? It had never gone anywhere. You’d contented yourself to just admiring him from afar, pushing down the pangs of envy when he had married Maria.
Nobody had ever seemed to notice that your gaze always lingered on him. Nobody, except Joel. The arrival of Tommy’s older brother had been a welcome distraction, for a while. Joel had a fair few old injuries for you to keep an eye on, and more than a few mental scars you weren’t equipped to do anything about.
The older man had been your friend; hell, if you hadn’t fallen - albeit rather pathetically and unrequitedly - in love with his brother years ago, you could have grown to love him, perhaps. He had been company. Someone to talk to about the state of the world. To rag on the early days of FEDRA with.
And hell, when you’d both been drunk and lonely, he’d been someone to fall into bed with without any fear of complications. Rough, hasty fucks with no strings, just a line of trust between two jaded people. Never mind the age difference. You weren’t afraid of him, and hell, he knew what he was doing. The one time he had tried to be slow and gentle with you, pressing his lips to your throat, nuzzling into your soft skin, you had let slip your secret, moaning his brother’s name as you came apart around him.
Joel had never given you shit for it. Never been mad about it. Never even mentioned it, but he’d never been soft with you again.
You’d cared about him, in your own way, and now he was gone. Joel was gone, and Tommy…
Ellie and Dina had brought him directly to you, accompanied by two of the patrolmen from the wall. At first, you had been frozen in shock before directing them to get him on the table, for Ellie to fetch your field kit.
Shot in the kneecap. A bullet to the skull, passing through and exiting via his eye. Fuck, he was lucky to be alive. You’d set the younger women up in the guest room and told them you’d call for them if needed, and stayed vigilant all night, waiting.
He had woken just before dawn, and hadn’t left since. Three months had passed, and while the wound to his head was healing well, he still walked with a limp.
“Maria still won’t see him,” Ellie had told you, “I heard them yelling at each other.”
He’d said as much to you, when you had asked about whether they were coming off that break any time soon.
“Doubt we ever will, hon. No matter, really. It was a ticking clock, for a while, anyway.”
He’d moved into your guest room, brought a cardboard box of his belongings over. You hadn’t argued, simply said you could oversee his rehabilitation better this way.
And that had been that. Somehow, you’d lost the person akin to your best friend, and ended up with his brother - the man you had loved for years - living in your guest room. It didn’t seem like a fair trade, even if you were glad for his presence.
Your boots crunched on the snow as you walked up the path to the house, let yourself in and took off your coat, setting your field kit satchel down.
“Tommy? You here?” You call out automatically for your… roommate? Friend? Patient? Who the fuck knows. All of the above.
“Yeah. Upstairs.”
You make your way up the stairs, taking them two at a time, trying not to think about how long it must have taken him to get up here on his own, when he still has to use a cane to get around.
He’s in the guest room that’s become his room, one hand on the wall to brace himself as he looks out the window. You know it’s probably the wrong fucking time to admire the view, but you can’t help but do it anyway, take in all six feet of him, how broad he is, how well put together, even in his mid fifties and missing an eye.
He has his dark curls tied back in a messy bun, has trimmed his facial hair since you saw him this morning. He cants his head to look at you as you come in.
���Are you okay?” You get out, a tiny bit breathless from how fast you took the stairs.
“Aside from moving like a fuckin’ old man? Sure.”
Tommy used to be an optimist, fiercely so, but the loss of his brother and his subsequent injuries have made him bitter and jaded. You understand completely. Put up with his moods because you understand his grief. Understand what it means to be in pain. And because you know better than to pick and choose which parts of someone to love.
“You’re getting better. You won’t need the cane at all, soon.” You encourage; at the moment he only really needs it for the stairs, for longer walks.
“Whatever you say, doc.” His remaining dark eye rolls slightly as he returns to looking out the window. You turn to leave, to give him space, before you start taking his bad mood personally, but he sighs and reaches out a hand to catch your wrist. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me.”
“You’re allowed to be rude to me. Better you take it out on me than anyone else.” You shrug, then promptly shut your mouth. You don’t need to start making things awkward, not when you’re pretty sure he thinks you got over him years ago.
His eye narrows as he looks at you.
“Well, fuck. Joel wasn’t kidding, huh?” He exhales. Sounds, suddenly, very tired.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Your blood turns to ice as you get the words out.
“My brother… well. I loved my brother, but he wasn’t a good man. You know that. He never talked about you to anyone else, would have broken anyone’s jaw who tried, but he may have… shared some… details… with me. On occasion.”
“I’m pretty sure the entire town knew me and Joel fucked on occasion.” You say. The words taste oddly bitter coming out. You’re not ashamed of what happened between you, but talking about your past with Joel with Tommy just feels… whatever. It’s not like he sees you like that.
“It bothered him, you know.”
“What did?”
“Joel’s older by five years.” Tommy doesn’t even notice that he’s using present tense as he speaks; “he did everything first. And he was always there gettin’ me outta trouble. He was always first. I think it bothered him, that he wasn’t your first choice.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” You repeat, finally, because the idea that Joel may have told Tommy how you felt…
“We’d had a few drinks, and he told me. He told me you’d never gotten over that spark we had. Told me how he was fuckin’ you one night and it was me that you called out for. And y’know what? I haven’t been jealous of my brother in a long goddamn time, but in that moment… fuck. I wanted to knock him out.” His gaze darkens as he watches you, watches your cheeks heat at the implication.
“I ~” you can’t deny it. Are too fucking embarrassed to deny it. And somehow… grateful. Grateful that Joel had spared you the mortification of ever confessing.
“Been thinking about that a lot, recently.” His hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek. “Thinkin’ about you screaming my name when another man’s fuckin’ you. How much I wish I’d gotten a chance to see for myself, all those years ago. Imagine my surprise, finding out you still wanted it…”
“Want.” The word slips out of your mouth to correct him before you can stop it, before you can think of how it’s a bad idea, of how he’s technically under your care and that you shouldn’t -
“Want? Still? It wasn’t… it wasn’t Joel? I thought you were just takin’ care of me cause I’m his brother…”
“No. No; it’s not like that. I loved Joel, but I wasn’t in love with him. He was my best friend, as weird as that sounds… it… no. It’s you. It’s always been you. I never wanted you to know, I didn’t want to make things weird, and you’re married, and -“
“Was married,” Tommy corrects you softly, “not anymore. Now it’s just you and me, in this big old house, and I’m startin’ to think I’d really, really, really like to hear how my name sounds from your mouth when I’m fuckin’ you.”
There’s a sort of edge to him now that wasn’t there when you first met him… and you find that you like it.
“I… you’re still hurt.” You say lamely, distracted, so distracted, by his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek.
A wicked smirk crosses his face.
“So I can’t fuck you into the bed just yet. You said yourself I’ll get better. Ain’t nothing stopping you from riding my cock, is there, honey?”
You’re beyond glad that he didn’t say these words six years ago, because the you of the past would have melted into a puddle under those words. As it is, your knees are a little weak as you nod, try to be a little clinical about it, try not to let how eager you are show.
“You need a distraction, right? If we’re careful… I don’t see why we couldn’t-“
His mouth is on yours before you can finish the sentence. The kiss is needy, demanding, years of hidden desire released in a single touch. You’re careful, still, in how you touch him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull yourself closer, lips parting to allow his tongue entrance.
You’ve thought about kissing him dozens of times. Hundreds. Never, though, had you imagined it would be like this. That his mouth would be so soft. Taking in the pine soap iodine scent of him. Your hands find the thin strip of leather tying his hair back; tugging it free, you run your fingers through his dark curls, humming quietly at how soft his hair is.
Idly, your fingers play with the buttons of his dark blue shirt; when he doesn’t stop you, releases your waist so he can get the shirt off, you make short work of the buttons and tug it off, leaving him just in his jeans.
“Go on and undress for me, honey.” The pet name falls from his lips as he softly nuzzles his mouth into your collarbone, nips at sensitive skin, teasing.
Shaking ever so slightly, you step back, unbutton your shirt, let the fabric fall as you make a start on your pants, shimmy out of them. Your bra and panties join the pile, leaving you bare to his gaze. He steps closer to you again, backs you up towards the bed as he slips a hand between your thighs.
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as he drags his index and middle finger through your slick, slow, deliberate, humming low in his throat at how wet he finds you.
“Fuck…” he almost hisses it as he readjusts his jeans with his free hand, eye dropping closed for just a moment as he slides his fingers inside you, just to the first knuckle, but it’s enough to make you mewl for him.
“Gotta get you ready for me, hon, don’t want you to hurt yourself. Fuck, such a pretty pussy, gonna feel so good round my cock…” Tommy’s rambling, and he knows it, but he’s letting years of repressed desire come to the surface, years of being faithful and not looking twice at you, even when he’s wanted to.
Your hands reach for his belt, get it undone and work on getting his jeans down. Almost lazily, he steps out of them, pulls his fingers out of you and draws them to your lips. With eyes half closed, your lips part and you suck his fingers clean.
“That’s it… good girl.” He moves then, settles himself on the bed, wraps his hand around his cock and strokes lazily as he watches you. Fuck, his cock… you’d been too distracted by his fingers to notice until now. He’s so big, thick and curved and perfect, bigger than you’d ever imagined.
“C’mon over here, honey, ain’t gonna bite.” Tommy’s voice is soft, low, encouraging as you crawl onto the bed, careful to not put any weight on his bad leg as you straddle him, feel the hot weight of his cock pressed against your stomach as you lean down to kiss him.
You know it’s probably wrong. That, given you’re the medic in charge of his care, you absolutely should not be doing this, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when his rough, callused hands settle on your hips, thumbs drawing little circles on your skin.
“Soon as I can manage it,” he tells you, “‘m gonna get y’to sit on my face.”
You shiver with delight at that particular idea, kiss him again, a slow lazy kiss, before you start to slowly kiss your way down his chest, wanting to kiss every single freckle on his body as you eventually settle between his thighs, tucking your hair behind your ears.
“Honey, you don’t have to-“
“I want to.” You tell him, smug at the flash of wicked lust that flickers across his face at your words. “Trust me. I want to. Let me take care of you?”
He groans low in his chest, leans back, props himself up against the mountain of pillows on the bed, and watches you. Slowly, deliberately, you wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him, paying attention to the tip, already leaking precum under your touch.
Leaning in, maintaining your eye contact, you lick the head of his cock, humming softly at the salty taste of him, taking him further into your mouth until your nose is pressed into the soft curls at the base of him.
“Fuck, that’s it, such a pretty mouth, shit~” he draws the last word out in a drawling groan, fingers twisting into your hair and holding you in place as he bucks his hips up into your mouth lazily. You take him in eagerly, flattening your tongue on the underside of his length, licking and sucking at him greedily, rubbing your thighs together to try and get some sort of friction.
“Get up here and sit on my cock before you make me cum with that mouth.” His Texas drawl is so much more pronounced as he demands this of you; pulling away from his cock with a lewd, wet sound, you kiss your way back up his chest until you’re straddling him again, his big rough hands back on your hips.
“What, you don’t wanna cum down my throat?” You tease, humming softly as you drag your soaked cunt along the length of him, feeling yourself tighten around nothing at the sheer anticipation of being filled by him.
“Some other time, hon, c’mon, don’t tease this old man, now.” He rocks his hips ever so slightly, and you shift, notching the thick head of his cock at your dripping entrance, sink down onto him.
“Not that old,” you manage to retort, exhaling sharply as your hips meet his, flush against him, his cock stretching you open deliciously. Maybe it’s not how you’d originally envisioned this; you’re both six years older than you’d hoped, you’re jaded and your joints are fucked, he’s lost an eye and will likely walk with a limp for the rest of his life, but none of that matters right now, not when he’s finally, finally inside of you, looking up at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. Really seeing you.
“Fuck, where have you been all this time?” He groans as you start to move, resting your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself.
“Right in front of you,” you reply, mewling softly when his hands move to cup your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples, teasing. “Not my fault you weren’t looking.”
In answer, he bucks his hips up, pressing as deep into you as he can in this position, with his leg still aching.
“Fuck…” the drawn out curse is half a groan of pleasure as you tighten around him, a hiss of pain.
“Careful,” you chastise him, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, “you gotta be careful.”
He smirks, lets go of your tits to trail his hands down your sides, to grip onto your hips.
“Then ride me, baby, stop fuckin’ around. Ain’t gonna break, and if I die now with a pretty girl wrapped round my cock? Worse ways to go.” He smirks at you and you laugh, the sound fading to a moan as he takes advantage of your distraction to press a thumb to your swollen clit and rub at it, making you tense up above him, thighs tightening against his.
“That’s it, honey, fuck, like that, fuckin’ love this pussy, can’t believe I waited this long…” Tommy Miller is a lot of things, has done a lot of things, but he tries to be an honourable man. So much as he might be running his mouth now, saying these deliciously filthy things to you, you both know full well that he’d never have touched you if he was still with Maria.
You try not to think about that, focus instead on the feeling of him inside you, grinding his hips roughly into yours as you ride his cock. For a while, the only sounds in the room are soft exhales, the lewd sound of skin and skin meeting, your little needy mewls and the occasional low moan from Tommy.
“Soon as I’m not completely fucked up…” he props himself up as best as he can so your chests are pressed together, “I’m gonna make you scream for me.”
“You mean it gets better than this?” You tease, though it comes out far less teasing and taunting than you planned, given how breathless you are, how you tighten around him at the words.
“You have no idea,” Tommy rests his head on your shoulder as you ride him, able to move faster with his arms around you. “C’mon, honey, need y’to cum for me, know you want to…”
His lips brush your throat as he says it, nose gently nuzzling below your earlobe. It’s such an intimate gesture, it shatters your self control. He grinds up into you as you move to meet him, whimpering as you tighten around him, urged on by the hand he slips between you to rub your clit once more.
“Thaaaaat’s it, honey, let go, be a good girl for me, fuuuuck…” he’s amazed he’s managed to last this long, honestly, at his age, with how long it’s been since he actually enjoyed fucking someone this much; but he’s determined to see it through, to fuck you through your peak and over the other side of it, leaving you sweat damp and clinging to him, whimpering and gasping.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, Tommy, I ~” you can’t get the words out, choke on them, mewl his name as he roughly grips handfuls of your ass, holding you in place as he rocks up into you, chasing his own release now, uncaring about his injuries.
Your moans are muffled by the heated kiss he devours your lips in, muting his own curses and growls as he pulls you down onto him, unthinking, uncaring as he spills into you, feels your cunt tighten painfully around him again, pulling him in deeper.
“Fuck, baby, so fuckin’ greedy for my cum, look at you. Feel so fuckin’ good, look at the mess we’ve made…” he rests his forehead against yours, panting as he tries to catch his breath, riding the last waves of his own release.
You hum, grind down onto him as you feel his release start to drip out of you around his slowly softening cock.
“So,” you say, managing a smirk, still dazed from the fact that he’s touching you, holding you, kissing you. “Did that satisfy your curiosity?”
He pulls out of you with a frankly obscene grunt, lays you down next to him, wraps his arms around you, good eye sparkling with amusement and lust.
“Perhaps. Or maybe we’ll need to try again. Just to see whether you scream louder when I’m fucking you.”
Your cheeks heat as you lean in to steal an open mouthed kiss.
“We’ll need to wait til you’re better.”
Tommy fixes you with a filthy smirk that promises all that and more.
“Good thing I have a fucking amazing doctor, then, huh?”
You can’t help it. You laugh, for the first time in a long time, eager to see what the future will bring.
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The Rise
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Velaryon/Strong!Reader Word Count: 2.3k Summary: You are the eldest and only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and supposed father, Leanor Velaryon. When your family arrived back to King's Landing to defend your brother's claim to Driftmark, you are once more reunited with your uncle and bethrothed, Aemond, who you have a close bond with. After insulting your family at dinner, he makes it up to you later that night. This is the rise of your relationship but with every rise there must come a fall. Warnings: Fighting, angst, hurt/comfort, incest, implied sex but no smut, fluff, *Translations at the end* Part 1/2
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“My love, it has been far too long since you have graced my presence,” Aemond said with a grin as you pushed past your brothers in the courtyard to greet your betrothed. He grabbed your hand and planted a kiss on your knuckles. You could hear Jace and Luke scoff at the gesture.
“You’re taller than I last remember,” you said with a straight face before cracking a smile. And more handsome, you thought. Time had been kind to him. 
He gave his sword to Ser Criston and turned to offer you his arm. “Come now, let us catch up.” 
Being the oldest child and only daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, it made sense that your grandsire would call for your betrothal to Aemond. He saw it as a way to repair and strengthen the bond between the two families. Viserys also took notice of the closeness you shared with your uncle. 
This wasn’t to say that your mothers didn’t vehemently disagree with this match. Alicent disagreed with it because of your striking resemblance to that of Ser Harwin Strong. You had brown hair and fair skin, looking nothing like your father and only sharing your mother’s violet eyes. Your own mother disagreed with it because she knew how manipulative the Greens could be, and she didn’t want to put you in any danger.
Despite both of your mothers' shared dislike of one another, you and Aemond had been joined at the hip the second you could walk, you being two years younger than him. Wherever you went, the other wasn’t far behind. He was always there to protect you, and you were always there to defend him.
A common thing you both shared was not having your dragon egg hatch, leaving you a Targaryen without a dragon. It was what truly solidified your bond. He was made fun of by his own brother and yours more than you, but that didn’t completely leave you out of the jokes. 
You were there for him when they told him they had a dragon, only to call forth a pig with paper wings. That time ended in Aegon having a bloody lip and Jace a sprained wrist as you retaliated. You tried to reason with your mother that you only did it because they were cruel to Aemond, but that didn’t stop you from your punishment of a week without them. A week without them meant a week of boring needlepoint with Helaena- not that your aunt was boring, you just didn’t enjoy embroidering pictures.
You were also there when he lost his eye. It was when you were all gathered for your aunt's funeral, and while you knew deep down it was the wrong thing to do, you reminded Aemond that Vhagar no longer had a rider. You knew how much not having a dragon wounded his pride and made him insecure, so you encouraged him to try and claim her. Never did you think a fight between you and Aemond and your brothers and cousins would ensue. Luke had a broken nose, and you broke your hand, but Aemond paid the highest price and lost his eye. 
When Viserys demanded you all tell him what happened, you were the first to step up and defend Aemond, much to the disappointment of your own family. It took a long time for them to forgive you. But you can’t say it wasn’t all worth it because you finally gained the respect of the Queen. When Aemond was attended to by the maesters, you stayed by his side and held his hand as they stitched him up. You and his mother wept, but he discouraged that, letting you know that gaining the largest dragon was worth losing an eye.
In return for your unfailing support and confidence that he would one day be a dragon rider, he helped you gain your own dragon, Grey Ghost. He flew you on Vhagar in search of a dragon. Once you heard rumors of a pale gray riderless dragon on Dragonstone, he didn’t hesitate to take you there and waited outside while you ventured into the cave. He grew nervous the longer it took, and right before he was about to find you, you flew out of the cave on the back of Grey Ghost. Aemond quickly jumped on Vhagar, and you rode side by side. When you found a secluded spot to land on, Aemond was quick to get off Vhagar and embrace you, proud of your accomplishment. 
That day you declared it your spot. The place where you both finally became dragon riders.
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Your grandsire, the King, wished to have all of his family to be together as one. He asked that there be a family meal. It wasn’t hard to miss the tension in the air when everyone looked uncomfortable and shifted in their seats. 
However, everything was going okay despite what was expected. Especially when your mother and the Queen toasted to one another. Only one small moment had to ruin the dinner after Viserys had left, and it was due to your brothers poor choice of judgment.
You glared toward Jace and Luke when a pig was brought out and set before Aemond. You watched as he stared at it coldly. Your hand reached for his, but he roughly pulled it away. He stood up and slammed his fist on the table, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. 
“Aemond, please don’t,” you whispered, but your plea proved futile.
He raised his cup, “Final tribute to the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise… Strong.” 
You looked toward the Queen and saw her expression matched yours. “Aemond,” she warned. 
Aemond ignored both of you and continued, “Come, let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys.”
All hell broke loose after that. Jace threw a punch at Aemond while Aegon slammed Luke on the table. Jace was shoved on the ground, and that was when the guards finally got involved in breaking up the fight. 
Alicent walked up to Aemond and took hold of his arm, “Why would you say such a thing before these people?” 
“I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, mother. Though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs,” he smirked and pulled out of her grasp. 
You can’t say you didn’t see this coming but anger still got the better of you. While you knew it was unladylike, you walked up to your betrothed and smacked him across the face before storming out of the room. 
You could hear the sound of your stepfather, Daemon, laughing in the background and your mother commanding your brothers to go to their room. You could also hear the sound of footsteps right behind you. 
“(Y/N), get back here right now,” he demanded, anger present in his voice. You chose to ignore him just like he ignored you and kept walking. “I command you to stop.”
You did as you were told and stopped, turning around to face Aemond. You grabbed his hand and pulled him into an empty room. “Command me? You command me, Aemond? Just who do you think you are talking to?”
“Am I not still your Prince? Or have you forgotten your place?” Aemond spits out. He didn’t wish to talk to you in this way or assert authority, but he was angry, and you were the closest person to let it all out on.
“Do you not understand that by questioning the legitimacy of my brothers you are also calling into question my own? You know as well as I who my real father is, so is this what you really want? For my brothers and I to be labeled as bastards? You know our betrothal would be called off! Your mother would send me away the first chance she gets,” you yelled at him as you poked him in the chest, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.
After you said that, it finally clicked for him why you were so upset. Usually, you would defend him against your brothers, but he realized now that he had insulted you. “I- I acted out of anger, and for that, I am sorry for the hurt I have caused you. I truly did not think of the possible repercussions of my words.”
“You never do, Aemond. You know, for someone so clever, you can also be so stupid. If you truly love me the way you say you do, then I suggest you push aside your petty need for revenge and keep your mouth shut. Now, if you’ll allow it, I would like to retire to my room for the night,” you didn’t give him time to answer and walked out of the room. Insulting my family, humiliating me, then commanding me? He can stew over this all night for all I care, you thought. 
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Aemond couldn’t sleep knowing you were finally under the same roof again and upset with him. He lay awake for hours as he thought about how much you all had changed. He couldn't help but wondered if anything had changed between the two of you. He crept out of his chambers and made his way to yours. 
When he reached your door, he hesitated to knock, afraid he might wake you up, afraid you might still be angry at him for earlier. But he yearned for your touch and to hear your sweet voice he missed so dearly. 
It didn’t take more than two knocks for the door to fly open. Your face was like stone when you saw Aemond at your door but softened when you saw how apologetic he looked, knowing he rarely shows how he truly feels. “I was wondering when you would stop by.”
“Am I that predictable?” Aemond smiled shyly. “I was going to ask if you wanted to join me on a ride, but I see that you are already ready to go.” 
You and Aemond snuck out of the castle to the dragon pit. It took you back to when you were children and the many times you snuck out for a night ride on your dragons. You mounted Grey Ghost, and he mounted Vhagar and flew out into the night to your spot.
Aemond offered his hand in assistance to help you off your dragon once you landed. When your feet touched the sand, he took you into his arms. His hands found your face, “I cannot tell you how much I regret my previous actions. I know I hurt you, and I know I was wrong.”
“I am also sorry. I shouldn't have struck you,” you frowned.
“I can't say I didn't deserve it though,” he cracked a smile. 
You laughed at his comment. “Now that much is true. You know I don’t condone what my brothers did back there, but I just wish you would put more thought into your words next time.”
“I know you don’t. And I will try to do better, but I do hope there is not a next time. Now come join me, I want to enjoy your presence before you leave me again,” he begged. You sat on the sand, and chills ran down your body at the feeling of the cold sand. Aemond placed you in between his legs and pulled you close. Your hair was brushed to the side, and you soon felt his lips on your neck. 
He toyed at the laces of your dress, silently asking for permission to undo them. You shook your head, wanting him to continue. The dress slid off your shoulders and down your back. Your hands shot up to hide your breasts, suddenly embarrassed about the lack of clothing. 
“Gaomagon daor ruaragon hen issa, issa jorrāelagon. Nyke jaelagon naejot ūndegon ao,” Aemond spoke in your ancestral language. He took your hands in his and removed them from your body. His eyes took you in under the shining moonlight. He thought you couldn't look more beautiful at this moment. 
He wanted to make sure you were alright with this continuing, not wanting you to come to regret it. He spoke softly once more, “Iksos bisa skoros ao jaelagon?”
“Nyke obūljarion nykēla naejot ao,” you said to him. You swung your legs to straddle him, and your lips soon met him. The only sounds present were breathy moans and the roaring of the sea as you gave him your body and soul.
“Run away with me,” you broke the comfortable silence when all was done.
Aemond turned to his side to look at you, “Hmm?”
“We have dragons now. We can go wherever we want and explore the world. Just the two of us like we always said we would when we were children,” you said, running your fingers through his silky hair. 
His lips turned into a faint smile, “A lot has changed since then. You know we cannot do that. Your mother would definitely come looking for me. I would assume she would think I kidnapped you."
“Now that she probably would.” You laughed.
Aemond stroked up and down your back, making you shiver. “What if we marry before you leave King’s Landing again? That way we no longer have to be apart. I can’t bear the thought of it again.”
“I think you also know we cannot do that either. Besides, it’s not up to us when we marry but your father. And you know my mother will need me once she gives birth.”
“Just wishful thinking, my love,” he pulled you close, trying to keep you warm from the cool ocean breeze.
You and Aemond stayed on the beach and drifted off to sleep, now forever intertwined as one. And when the first light shone, you flew off together in the morning light to say proper goodbyes, rising to new heights in your love and blissfully unaware of the fall to come.
Translations:
Gaomagon daor ruaragon hen issa, issa jorrāelagon. Nyke jaelagon naejot ūndegon ao- Do not hide from me, my love. I want to see you.
Iksos bisa skoros ao jaelagon- Is this what you want?
Nyke obūljarion nykēla naejot ao- I surrender myself to you.
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(Runs in, throws post in your face and runs back into the void. Plot bunnies chasing after me)
How many times will you watch it Fall young warrior? 
As many times as it takes to leave this place.
.
.
.
She watched him mutter as he meandered through the town. 
"Finish the temple..obtain...speak to...reset everything." 
He seemed to become more and more erratic after the first 3 days. 
 He kept muttering to himself in a way that made it sound like gibberish. Barely acknowledged her. (Though to be fair she deserved it for helping Skull kid steal from him) Yet the very first day he arrived, he walked around aimlessly as if in a daze. It looked as if something was wrong with him.
 (Perhaps being turned into a Deku scrub affected him more than she thought?) 
Then on day 2 she saw him standing out near the Laundry pool for most of the afternoon, staring up at the clouded sky with an empty expression on his face. 
 She had never seen a stranger looking so lost before, let alone a kid. She couldn't help it; she felt bad. 
So on day 3, she tried to talk to him, tried to distract herself from her nerves, distance herself from the nearing moon and trembling grounds. She barely pulled him out of his strange trance at times and have him look at her. 
Any words she had wanted to say shriveled away when he looked at her with such sad yellow eyes. "Um, I-" she started, but she would trail off as he kept staring at her, before slowly continuing his dazed walk. 
She watched as he found a stray fairy and healed the great fairy in North Clock Town, gaining the blessing of magic from her.
She didn't say a word on the third day as the boy turned Deku scrub took slow steps towards the stairs that led up to the top of the tower. 
She kept a brave face as they confronted Skull Kid, allowing her anger to boost her confidence when he hurt her brother, yet panic swept through her as he used the mask's powers to begin the moon's collapse.
Yet the green clad boy didn't panic. 
He just used a Bubble Blast to knock the Ocarina out of Skull Kid's hands, scooped it up, and summoned up pipes to play.
She wanted to ask what he was even thinking (how could he play music at a time like this?) 
But light filled her vision as he played the final note. Felt this sense of weightlessness that could only come from falling, and suddenly, she was staring at the now distant moon, the busy workers continuing their construction.
 She was in the past. Back to the first day of their arrival. Her gaze swept through the area, trying to find an answer as to what had happened. 
Has it been a dream? No, her heart was still racing, she could not have dreamt something so frightening. 
And Link? He merely turns his back to the town and pushes through the doors behind him and makes his way inside the tower. 
"H-Hey!" 
Tatl rushed after him as he approached the ever grinning merchant. 
----
(The gods still have use for you still, young warrior. Yet despite heeding their call, you walk a path that they are utterly blind to.)
Let them continue to be blind. Their arrogance will only benefit me and mine. 
(Such confidence, or is that not arrogance as well? What is the difference between you and the gods?)
I'm willing to be beaten down if it means never making the same mistakes again. 
(…Curious.)
Aren’t you the same? 
(…)
----
The fairy had thought the boy's strangeness would ease off after he was changed back, but it just seemed to worsen.
 When before he had been a muttering mess, he was now almost always silent. and when he did speak, he sounded different. More monotone. 
The only time he talked normally, or pretended to talk normally, was when he was dealing with someone's request. 
It shouldn't have disturbed her to see the light in his eyes fade when he left the eyesight of whoever he spoke to. 
It was as if he was playing a part. 
 As if, like an actor, he was pretending to be someone else. But why? It was as if...he was playing some elaborate game, why wasn't he saying something? Anything? 
What was he thinking about? "Link?"
Dull, empty, lifeless eyes turned to look at her.  A stare, devoid of any warmth or emotion."Hello…there.", Tatl waves a hand at his face,"Um…what are you gonna do?"
The boy just stared at her before turning back to continue onward.
"...Do you need anything?", she asked hesitantly, "Do you even know where to go?." Tatl commented. 
"...Yes." A response! 
 She had gotten him to respond !!! "Really!?"Tatl questioned in disbelief, "Yes." The child repeated.
 "But where are we going?" She asked, fluttering a little bit closer to him. Link didn't seem to care and continued walking as if she weren't even there.
"...Woodfall Temple."
The girl blinked. "Huh..?".She looked at him in surprise, then turned to look back down. 
"But...how do you know that?"  she asked. 
"...An owl told me." He answered simply, still staring ahead. 
An owl? They hadn’t met any owls…
The wind blew slightly and rustled the bushes behind them...
…and she didn't have the courage to ask him for further details. 
And as he continued to walk forward, it showed he didn't seem to care enough to provide them. 
-----
(Do you think you could be forgiven for your sins against the one you supposedly hold dear?)
No…but that won't stop me from making amends. 
(Is it worth it, for one mere soul?)
For Her, I would freely allow the world to end if that is what She wished. 
(...)
and I am not the only one with such beliefs. 
(No...I suppose you aren't.)
---
He seemed to know exactly where to go, who to speak to, what to *do*. 
Tatl felt utterly useless, even her knowledge of the enemies weren't of use. 
The boy seemed to have no trouble with all the monsters he battled. He fought them as if he dealt with them his whole life. 
 And the monsters that festered in the temples, there was no way he could have known how to deal with them. Yet he did with experience. 
Experience he shouldn't have. Experience that there was no way he could have. 
So all she could do was hover awkwardly nearby as she watched him continue on his way. 
She felt utterly useless, she couldn't help him with anything, nothing at all!
 All she could do was observe him, waiting until something happened, hoping that nothing else bad happened, then move forward.
She was lost in her thoughts as dull blue glanced over at her silently. 
-----
(Your memory of her. Such a curious thing. What beholds you to such a small soul? When there are others with more power and prestige that would freely offer themselves to you?)
If you need to ask me such questions, then you are as blind to what makes her soul beautiful as those that would ‘freely offer themselves to me’. 
(…)
-----
Link supposed he was being a bit cruel towards someone he was meant to consider a friend. Yet her presence, the presence of Termina as a whole, simply reminded him of how far he was from where he belonged. 
 He knew how long it would take to reach his destination. Yet that only emphasized how much time remained before everything was right again. 
For the past several weeks he had been wandering aimlessly between areas. Occasionally taking requests from people. It was odd, how familiar he has become to the sensation of being the only one who was ever aware of what truly transpired. 
It was a dull sense of familiarity, of knowing he would remain the only one who remembered the knowledge of what would come and what would not, and had, passed. Normally such a thing wouldn't have bothered him, not anymore at least.
But then again, normally, his being wasn't screaming that he was going insane. normally his mind wasn't screaming out for the others his sword brothers, the only ones who would understand how he was currently feeling because She was not Here.
He wondered what was happening with them right now, were they in the same boat as him? Trapped in a past that had long since passed for them? Trapped in a point in time where their memories were the only proof of the trials they had overcome? 
Trapped in another time period where their choices had taken them down a path away from the quiet lives they had once lived? 
Perhaps trapped in time which had once been their home. Their home which was now so familiar yet so foreign. The memories held by so many, now only held by them. 
It was a burden he wouldn't wish on his sword brothers. Yet it was one he selfishly prayed for. 
 To make himself feel better perhaps. That maybe, in a way, he was not alone in this cruel fate. 
Perhaps they too walked forward, waiting to reunite with each other. 
Yet no amount of self-comfort could push aside the fact that...he was alone...for the first time in so long, he was alone...and he hated it so much. 
 His brothers were gone, the uncertainty of whether or not they would retain their memories left him off-kilter. 
And Termina... 
Termina.
How this land taunted him greatly. 
Striving forward yet tried in a cycle that forced him to continuously stand still. 
Each day passing yet the sense of tomorrow never truly arriving. 
It left him desperate. Desperate for some semblance of connection...control…
Some kind of reason to get out of his own head. Desperate to stop feeling. Desperate to let go of this burden weighing on his shoulders. Desperate to leave this place...desperate to return. Desperate to return to the world he knew... 
 To regain what he had lost. Because of the fear that he could have lost it forever, that he would be the only one to even remember, in life and in death…it swirled within his heart. 
And it terrified him. 
It terrified him so much. 
So he just allowed the memories of this cruel place to lead his body forward. 
The paths and foes here ingrained in his memories so deeply, that traversing this place was easier blindfolded than not. 
In the end, while he felt some sense of guilt for treating Tatl distantly. He did not care. 
She would leave in the end anyway. 
So he wasn't going to waste his efforts escaping this place just to appease her feelings. 
In a land where 3 days was too much yet never enough. 
He just didn't have the time to waste on useless things. 
(What would you give in order to protect her?)
What would I need to give you in order to protect her? 
(So quick to return the question, would you truly offer something precious to me for her sake Young warrior?)
If you must ask me...
(....Then I suppose I must not be seeing what is clearly there.)
My memories, my heart, are open to you, you know this…make use of that privilege. 
(...I suppose I shall.)
"What a rather curious fate you've been handed." 
"Has my fate piqued your interest?" was the young, yet far too old, hero's reply to that. 
"Quite so! There is something fascinating about you….the fact that you seem to be rather familiar with the item I am asking you to seek...with this whole land in fact…" The ever-grinning salesman commented, "You seem to always have an answer or word at the tip of your tongue to placid anyone who interacts with you, even me." 
"Perhaps I have a knack for picking up on conversations and people," Link replied. His voice was calm and steady, his eyes focused on the turning gears above them. He had asked Tatl to wait outside for him when the smiling man requested a moment to speak. 
Link wasn't bothered, not like he was short on time. 
"Yes, yes! Indeed you must!" The merchant exclaimed, "And you are correct about our current conversation." He stated, grinning down at the boy in front of him.
"You are a curiosity I wish to 'pick apart' so to speak, you seem to have quite the experience with the task I've presented you." 
Link nodded, "I'm used to situations like this. So, what will you gain from such a conversation?"
"The satisfaction of my curiosity sated of course." 
"I suppose you'll be sad to know you're in for disappointment." 
A chuckle filled Link's ears, the man smiled as if he was enjoying some joke only he understood. Then he leaned in close, grin seeming to grow wider. 
"You seem to know a lot about me." The man remarked.
"More than I'd like to," Link answered back calmly.
"Such an interesting response!" Link simply shrugged.
"So child, will you humor my curiosity?"
"...Well, since you seem insistent..." The merchant laughed. 
"Of course! Of course!" 
Link looked at him properly, "Alright."
"So what do you want to know?"
"Well..."
...
...
Tatl waited patiently outside for Link, she had been hovering by the water when she saw the doors of the Clock Tower open, she flew over as Link walked out,  her gaze fixed on his form.
She frowned as she took notice of the strange expression he wore, almost as if he were troubled...
She flew beside him, watching him quietly. Link turned his head slightly to look at her briefly before looking forward once more.
 His lips were pressed into a thin line, frowning in thought.
Tatl blinked in confusion, did the strange man upset him somehow?
Her wings fluttering anxiously behind her. She reached up to put her hand gently on his shoulder but then quickly withdrew. Her hands folded together.
"Link…." She murmured softly. Her brow furrowing. Did she try to make him talk with her? Or was something more wrong?
Did something happen that she had not noticed?
Was he thinking about everything that's happened to him since arriving in Termina?
"Hey…" She called, swallowing her hesitation and lightly tapping his shoulder, trying to catch his attention, "What's wrong?"
Link glanced over at her and shook his head slightly. Then he moved forward. Tatl followed along with him, her eyes never leaving the back of his head as he continued onwards.
---
(So quick to flee, young warrior.)
That man will always unsettle me. 
(It is not monsters you feel the need to flee from, nor gods...yet a mortal such as he is enough to send you off to the hills.)
Monsters are simple, they have only one aim, to kill any and all for their master. 
(…)
Man, on the other hand, can unsettle even a god with the right words. 
(You think yourself a god?)
Never. 
(...Apologies…that's right...only one holds such a position in your heart.)
And only one.
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Link stared into the masks covering the moon children's faces as he tracked each of them down.
-Your friends…
What kind of... people are they?
I wonder…
Do those people…
think of you... as a friend?-
(My brothers, My lady...to ask such a thing would be to diminish the value of what I, what we, believe in.)
-You…
What makes you... happy? 
I wonder…
What makes you happy…
Does it make... others happy, too?-
(The happiness of others has long ceased to matter to me. My brothers...My Lady…All I wish is to be with those who have long earned my trust, loyalty, and devotion.) 
-The right thing…
What is it?
I wonder…
If you do the right thing…
Does it really make…
everybody... happy?-
(My first attempt at the right thing nearly cost me a place in her heart and bond between my brothers. My second attempt cost my brothers and I everything. I pray there will never be another attempt after this.) 
-Your true face…
What kind of... face is it?
I wonder…
The face under the mask…
Is that... your true face?-
(When was the last time I looked at my face and thought of it as mine? When did my child face become that of a stranger's to me? Perhaps the face beneath this child's mask only shows when united with my brothers. Perhaps my true face only shows when blessed with her presence.)
He walked calmly towards the last moon child sitting at the base of the tree. 
‘Do you want to play with me?’
"No." He answered. "But you want to play with me." 
‘...Everyone has gone away, haven't they?’
"They all chose to play somewhere else, yes." 
‘You don't have any mask left...do you?’
"No..none left...but you have a mask that you want to give me, don't you?" The child nodded.
"Then, give me the mask, and then let's play a game together. Good guys against bad guys." Link then smiled at the child, smiled in a way that didn't fit on his own child-like face. 
"I'll be the bad guy.”
The moon child stared at him silently, before slowly tilting their head. 
‘Yes...Let's play that.’
Link held out his hand and the moon child stood and placed a mask in his grasp. 
The moon child watched as he stared down at the Deity's mask, his face blank, his attention focused within. 
Whatever the child saw was enough to please them and they spoke once more.
'Are you ready?' Link swallowed and nodded. 
"Yeah." 
'You're the bad guy.'
'And when I'm bad, I just run." Link finished for him. 
The moon child nodded. 'That's fine, right?'
"Only if you're fine with being chased." Link answered back. 
The child's shoulders seemed to shake lightly in silent laughter.
'Well...shall we play?' Link bowed his head and smiled in amusement. 
"Fine...Let's Play." And with those words, he placed the mask on his face.
Almost instantaneously, the fledgling (-flayed, torn, should never have been severed-) bond that had lingered weakly within the depths of his mind since he awoke in Kokiri Village, the bond that (barely) kept him from falling into the lies this world tried to trap him into believing-
(What had kept him sane during a period when he didn't have any proof other than his turbulent memories of a time that no longer existed.) 
-It all solidified. The presence within the mask, potent, powerful, deadly, surged forth and wrapped around his mind in such familiarity he would almost be willing to admit he missed. 
(-Young Warrior...My vessel...-) 
For a moment the illusion of wholeness trapped Link in it's hold. 
 But only for a moment. More than enough time to make him choke just before his body began to transform.
 It seemed this land was fated to always make him feel something. 
-Rest Young Vessel.- The Deity of Ferocious War spoke to the boy whose body the god claimed as his. 
...Or rather…was it instead the boy, who claimed the deity? 
Their bond was strong, their minds united in this form. It did not matter who claimed who. 
All that mattered was the eradication of the one who would dare threaten that connection. 
The child was claimed by him from this very moment, and the god was now free to wage battle once more.
And as Majora stood before him, the Fierce Deity raised his sword. 
Blood roared within him to bring ruin upon this beast that dared attempt dominance over him and his.
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Link stared at the sky for what felt like hours. The moon no longer visible within the early dawn. 
There is nothing much left to see out here in this land.
The sun would rise every morning, bathing this world in its warmth. 
The moon would rise every night, lighting the darkness with its gentle glow. 
Time finally moved forward in this land once again. 
Which meant it was time for him to move on from this place. 
In a way, he'd miss Tatl. He had been happy to see her again, even if he had become so different from the boy she had gotten to know in another life. 
But she is back with her brother, and they are friends again with Skullkid. 
At least for Tatl, her parting with them had been short. 
What a lucky gal, compared to him..
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"So what do you want to know?" he asked the mask merchant standing before him. 
"...Who are you?" the merchant asked.
"...I am Link."
He wasn't certain why the merchant asked that or who he was, but perhaps asking that question would give himself some answers.
"...Are you?"  Link frowned, focusing on him more intently. 
A moment passed in silence while the merchant considered him. 
"Why do you travel child?" Link turned his eyes away. 
"To find someone precious to me." 
  Link said quietly, keeping his eyes focused on the merchant before him. "Someone I love very dearly..."
"How far are you willing to go for such a person?"
"As far as they want me to go, and beyond."
"Where will you go next?"
Link shrugged. "I don't care as long as it's not this place." His eyes glancing back towards the gears above them. 
Silence fell once more.
Another moment passed in silence.
"...I see.." the merchant muttered.
"Do you?" Link asked.
The ever present smile grew on the merchant's face.  "I see...you are a lonely spirit...empty, unwhole." 
The merchant chuckled, "and you wish to seek answers to a puzzle hidden deep inside you, haunting you,  and you have a chance of finding it if only you stay alive long enough to reach its conclusion."
 He continued to laugh at Link's expression. "Child," he continued, "if you were to continue living like this, you wouldn't survive until the end."
Link opened his mouth and closed it again, unsure whether or not to reply. 
"You need to let go of all that weighs upon you, or you'll drown."  Link remained silent, and the merchant smirked as he noticed the lack of response.
"This journey that you've set yourself on. You're trying to fill a hole that no one is willing to fill." 
"Shut it." Link muttered under his breath. 
"No one has been able to fill the space left by the absence of those who once filled the void inside you." The merchant clasped his hands in front of him. "Or rather, you refuse to allow anyone but the ones who once filled that void to hold such a place on your heart." 
"Enough." Link said, a bit louder. 
"You're looking for an answer to some questions, but not all answers can be found in this world."  
"you think I don't know that?" Link growled at him. 
"I know. But there are many worlds where the answers might be within your grasp...or the world you've lost might still be close enough for you to find, if you simply look."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Link turned his head away from the merchant and older man sighed deeply.
"Then allow me to ask you one last thing" the merchant asked softly. "What direction are you hoping to take?"
"Home." Link replied simply.
"And where is home?" 
"Far away." Link answered quietly.
The merchant hummed. 
"Far away? That is a vague description. Is there any particular location that you mean to return to?"
Link was silent. 
"...I see..." He said to the young boy. 
 "Despite your companion, you are indeed alone, aren't you?"
Link looked up at him, but said nothing.
"You have many waiting for you." He continued, his eyes locked onto Link. "Is this something you desire?"
"..." Link clenched his fists and glared at the floor.
"You're going to walk away without any answers, and you will forever be confused." The Merchant stated.
"I've already found what answers I could find ..." Link said, almost sounding bitter.
"And yet you still cannot understand why."
"...I believe that's enough questions." Link said before turning to leave. 
He only took a few steps before the merchant spoke up.
"I'll tell you something that tickles my mind, then." Link glanced at him.
 "You are not alone in this."
Link tensed.
"Don't worry. Your companions will wait for you just as you wait for them."
"...How do you..." The Happy Mask Salesman chuckled, bowing to the boy. 
"...Perhaps one day you will realize the truth behind my words." 
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Link stroked Epona's mane, smiling softly as she whinnied and shook herself. 
Parting with Tatl had been numbing, though not as bittersweet as last time. He had given her a genuine smile and wished her and her brother all the happiness in the world. 
That had surprised her, he could easily tell, and she wished him luck in return. 
With a promise to Skullkid that he'd see him again, he left.  
And in spite of his best efforts to remain stoic, Link allowed himself the momentary break, allowing the tears that threatened to spill fall freely as he buried his face into Epona's neck, inhaling deeply the scent of her fur.
He just wanted to return to everyone, he wanted to be united again. Termina had been crueler than the shift between his adult form and his child form. 
So much time wasted yet no time wasted at all.
Epona's comforting noises and her warmth was what he focused on to feel calm and secure in this moment. 
After some moments of silence he pulled away slowly, wiping his tears. He couldn't afford to be weak, no matter how much he wanted to be free of this curse, there was work to be done. He couldn't let himself get distracted.
So much time still needed to pass. 
But it will pass…
…It will always pass.
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the love club
regulus black x fem!gryffindor!reader
summary: in which he realizes just how grateful he is for having a best friend. alternate title - Fuck Friends I Have A Crush On You. | written for @cryonme's celebration!
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"Love your sweater," you said, smiling a bit too much, as if you had just said an inside joke.
Regulus beamed, sitting beside you without a second thought. Slytherins weren't usually seen at the Gryffindor table, but Christmas was a good excuse as any, right?
"Almost didn't recognize you but merry Christmas, little brother," Sirius yelled, hugging him sideways. "Looking less like the Bloody Baron each day, huh? You're blending in well."
"Especially in that sweater,' Remus added, reaching for the mashed potatoes. Regulus frowned, looking at his clothes again.
"What's wrong with it?" he asked, offended.
"No I didn't say- well, you're wearing Gryffindor colors."
Regulus paled when you burst out laughing. The glares his housemates have been giving him from across the hallway suddenly made sense to him. He started fumbling with his words.
"You- you said gold was your favorite color!" he said defensively, hugging himself as if that would shield his idiotic mistake.
"I was just seeing if you'd fall for it," you shrugged, cutting yourself a piece of cake. "No one's favorite color could be gold. Oh stop the glare, you look wonderful."
"Aw, you picked out this because you thought it was Y/N's favorite color?" Marlene asked teasingly from the other side of the table. Regulus wanted to throw a fork at her.
"It was an honest mistake," you spoke up on his behalf. "Reg's terrible at fashion, you know that."
Sirius squinted his eyes suspiciously. Out of everyone at that table, his brother was the only one with a proper sense of shopping. Regulus shrank under his questioning eyes.
Shit, shit, shit.
He hoped Sirius wouldn't ask anything. It's not like he could say - hey I love shopping but pretends to be bad so I could spend more time with my best friend. Yes, I know I don't need any excuse to talk to her but I'm still new to human affections. I don't want to be distant and if that means I have to wear ugly sweaters or nod at her questionable choices, I'll do that gladly. With a forced smile.
Sirius muttered something like interesting under his breath, but he didn't go on, which Regulus was grateful about.
But his brother wasn't the kind to let things go that easily. He cornered Regulus as soon as everyone went outside to see the snow.
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"Have you seen Reg?" you asked Lily, who shook her head apologetically.
"I saw him with Pads a while ago. They looked very much deep in thought," James said.
You groaned. "Do you reckon they're fighting again?"
"Nah, they're far past all that," James waved it off. "Maybe he's telling him he's an animagus."
"HE'S AN ANIMAGUS?"
"Oh, you didn't know that," he laughed nervously. "Uhm, if you see a huge dog in our room, just act surprised. Lils, my love, wanna sneak off to Hogsmeade?"
"Still no on the date," Lily said, rolling her eyes. She went her way and James followed with a pout, leaving you in the snow to be a one-person search party for Regulus Arcturus Black.
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"There you are!" you said sharply, stopping Sirius on his path. "Where the hell is your brother?"
"He uhm- he's, I don't think I'm supposed to tell you that," he said, scratching the back of his neck.
"What did you do?" you sighed. "If you buried him somewhere, there's still time to dig him out—"
"Merlin I was near the pond," Regulus said, walking up to you from behind. "Though I'm glad to know you have little to no reaction if I do get murdered."
"As if he would ever kill someone and get his clothes dirty," you scoffed. Sirius shrugged.
"Fair point. See ya," Regulus started to walk away but you chased after him with no hesitation.
"Where are you going?" you asked, careful not to step on branches and roots. "I'd jump off a cliff for you but sometimes I fear I may also be the one pushing you. Can you PLEASE talk?"
"Just needed some quiet time."
"You're sure you're not just ignoring me? Because you were perfectly fine earlier."
"Not everything about me is you," he stopped, a little meaner than he intended to. You were used to his occasional outbursts so you stood your ground.
"What did Sirius tell you?" you asked casually.
If he was taken back, he didn't show it. "We were just catching up on everything we missed. Birthdays, quidditch matches, dates. I always knew he had a thing for Remus but he actually asked him out? I didn't think he had the courage."
I certainly don't, he thought, smiling sadly. You mistook his stares for nostalgia. He mistook yours for pity.
"Then he asked me if I ever fancied someone," he continued, shrugging. "I said I was alone too much of my life for anything of that sort."
"Really? Cause I thought you were the kind of guy to easily fall in love."
"I wouldn't even know what love feels like," he lied swiftly. "Would you?"
"I only had crushes," you pointed out.
"Hmm, how do crushes feel like?"
"Well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that?"
His eyes had completely melted, and the slight twinkle in them looked as if someone stole the stars just for him. He shooked his head slightly, disagreeing with what you said.
"You make it sound like a fever," he laughed. "It's nothing like that. You feel calm, happy, and safe. You feel like yourself with them, and they make you want to love yourself. It's wonderful, not chaotic."
"For someone who's never felt love, you know a lot about it."
This is it. Just say it. Just say it.
"Actually, I- sort of. Uhm, you're-duck."
"What?"
A smack at the back of your head made you lose balance. You landed on your back as clumsily as you could and watched as Sirius roared with laughter. You saw him reaching for another snowball already.
"Oh hell no," you stood up and ran away, hiding behind a tree just in time. Sirius started attacking Regulus instead.
"MY JACKET!" Reg yelled, angrily scooping up a heap of snow. Without even forming it into a ball, he dumped them on his brother's head.
"YES FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT—" James had appeared out of nowhere, but his words were cut off as you used your wand to make another snowball hit him square in the face.
"Cheating," he mumbled inaudibly, half-buried in snow.
You laughed and walked back to the scene, removing yourself from the tree's protection. Regulus smiled mischievously.
"No!" you yelled, running away. He chased you without hesitation.
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Chapter 8.5 - Harry's POV
Series Summary: Gemma is definitely Cassidy James' favourite Styles family member, considering they are best friends and all. And especially considering that Harry Styles is Gemma's smug and self-centered younger brother. Her life isn't perfect, and neither is she, but she hates how everyone thinks Harry is. Because she knows that's not the case.
Chapter Summary: Harry is about to leave England, taking his feelings and worries with him. Maybe time away will settle them, and he can go back to London with a clear idea of what he wants- except, he already knows what that is.
Chapter warnings: Some explicit language, actual quotes from a real interview
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[ present - Sept 2020 ]
"I really hope we get to see you at Christmas."
Harry's not sure why, but those words sadden him, as he watches Cassidy and Cecelia drive away. He wishes it wasn't such a horrible situation that brought them over to stay at his place, because the past couple of weeks have been heaven for him, and despite advocating for kindness to be spread around the world, Derek can rot in hell for all he cares.
"Hello? You there?" He hears through the speaker of his phone, sighing as he's taken out of his thoughts and back to reality.
"Yeah, mate. Sorry, just saying bye to some friends."
"Harry. I know who your 'friends' are… I know Cassidy and Cecelia were there."
"Right. Sorry." He utters, still standing by his front door and slowly turning around to push it back open. To reenter a now empty house. He wasn't joking when he told Cassidy it would definitely be quieter with them gone, but he also wasn't joking when he said he liked the noise, and the mess. He liked them being there.
"You alright?" Jeff asks, sounding sincerely concerned.
"I'm fine." Harry replies, doing his best to sound chipper, rather than pathetically pouty about being alone. Specifically, being without them.
"Nice try. Did something happen?"
"No. I mean, yes. Sort of. But…" He sighs again, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to calm his racing thoughts. "It's complicated."
"Hold on." His friend states, Harry only hearing muffled noises and mumbles on the other end.
"Alright. What's going on?" Another voice asks.
"Bloody-... why did-..." He grumbles, though not sure if he is truly that frustrated. "Hi, Glenne."
"Yeah, hi. What's going on?"
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An open suitcase lays across his bed, void of any article of clothing, or necessities he'll have to bring for his trip. Well, two trips, technically. Nothing has been packed yet, since all he's been doing is sitting beside his luggage and unpacking the events of the past weeks with Glenne listening intently on the other end.
"She kissed you, Harry. That means something."
"But she didn't say anything about it this morning."
"Well, to be fair, neither did you…"
He falls backwards, letting his body descend onto the bed. She's right. He could have brought it up. But it was Cassidy that made the first move, and despite the fact that he kissed her back, feeling the best sense of euphoria as their lips touched, he would feel humiliated if he admitted his feelings before knowing if they were reciprocated.
Considering how much of a struggle it had been for him in the past to even be allowed in her life as a friend, he feels validated in being hesitant.
"I've been down that road, G. It got me nowhere."
"Not true." She responds, causing a deep furrow to appear between his brows, despite her inability to see it. "It got you where you are right now."
"I don't-" He pauses, attempting to find the right words to say to truly express the predicament he feels he is in. "I don't want to bring it up and make things awkward, then lose our friendship. And her. Again."
The lack of sound on the other end of the line causes a worry to grow inside his chest. Not because he thinks she didn't hear him, or the call dropped, but because he feels as if she now has nothing to say. She has no advice to give him, because everything is so complicated. Too complicated for her to solve or even provide any sort of help.
"Well, shit." She utters, and Harry's suspicions are immediately confirmed.
"Yeah." He replies, feeling as if his body could sink into his bed and swallow him whole with the heaviness he's experiencing.
"We both just want to see you happy, H. And you have been. But… it just… doesn't feel like you are as happy as you could be…"
"I'll be happy as long as they are both in my life."
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[ flashback - March 2017 ]
With his bottom lip pinched between his index finger and thumb, and his weight shifting from one leg to the other, Harry watches his mother's emotions trickle down from the corners of her eyes.
The final notes of the last song fade off, and silence fills the room, Anne's shuddered exhale is the only noise that breaks through the thick air. Thick with anticipation, curiosity, emotion, and even a touch of insecurity. This is Harry's first solo album, which he wants to be as perfect as it can be, and he needs his mother's thoughts on what she heard to help relieve some of his anxiety.
"Harry." She looks over to his spot right beside her, glassy eyes showing off what he hopes is pride. "That was… just… so beautiful!"
His lungs release the air he has been holding in anticipation of her response, and they both smile, his eyes now matching the sentiment of hers, with tears beginning to form.
"Which… umm…" He coughs to clear his throat to help get his words out. "Which song was your favourite?"
"That's not really a fair question." She replies. "But I suppose if I had to choose… it would probably be… 'Sweet Creature'. It's just lovely."
"I thought you might like that one." He admits, a sheepish grin forming on his face as his gaze drops to the floor.
"Really? Why's that?"
"I don't know. I guess because it's sort of about, like… growing up, umm, with someone." He shrugs, not meeting Anne's eyes, but just barely able to make out the eyebrow she's raised in curiosity.
"So, is it about one particular person?" She asks, causing Harry's heart to come to a sudden stop. She knows how his writing process goes, and how he pulls from personal experience. She knows the context of most of his songs, albeit maybe not the deepest meaning of them all.
For this one in particular, he's been telling himself it's about someone specific, when in reality, there is definitely the possibility that someone else was the true muse for the tune. He's just not sure if he's ready to fully admit it to himself, so he is certainly not admitting that to his mother.
"Well, maybe Gem, a little bit." He states, finally knowing, as he gives that reply, that she's not entirely the one he wrote about. Partially, yes. But not completely.
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[ flashback - May 2017 ]
He's used to being asked about the meaning behind his songs. It happened all the time in One Direction. And today, on The Zach Sang and The Gang Show, after releasing his newest single, he's being asked those same familiar questions: what is it about, and who was it written for?
"In my opinion, most songs are written for one listener." He tells the host, Zach, who seems a little surprised by the response. "It's so much easier to say something in a song than it is to say it to someone, and I think it's really amazing to be able to communicate through that and be able to wrap up everything that you want to say in three and a half minutes. And say it in a song."
His stomach begins to tighten with an anxious squeeze as he's asked further about his new single.
"Umm, yeah. I think 'Sweet Creature' is definitely about one person." He replies, and he watches Zach's eyes grow wide, clearly shocked, considering Harry's answers are usually much more vague. But that's all the specificity he's willing to give out, and he begins to express how everyone can have their own meaning for the song.
The general meaning is clear, or at least he thinks it should be, but the identity of who his heart truly felt this song is for is a secret he will hold on to for as long as he has to, which will most likely be forever. Because, yes, if he chooses to, he could confirm that he wrote the song about his childhood, and about his sister. But the deeper part of his soul has finally come to a realization that he will never openly admit. The other person who he used to look at, no matter where they were, and feel at home, was always Cassidy.
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[ present - October 2020 ]
Harry smiles as he witnesses shock spread across the faces of both Cassidy and Cecelia, who stare wide-eyed at him from the other end of the video call.
"So? What do you think?"
"It's… I mean… it's…" Cassidy mumbles, still seemingly taking her time to process what she is seeing.
"It looks fancy!" Cecelia exclaims, immediately causing Harry's heart to beam with joy. How that little girl has such a hold on his heart, and had it so quickly, he may never understand, but will also never complain about. "Your haircut looks fancy!"
"Are you even allowed to show us?" Cassidy asks, inquisition now replacing the surprise.
"Umm…"
"Harry!"
"Just don't… tell anyone…" He whispers, mouth stretching straight across his face to express his mistake. Though, truly, he doesn't care. Showing off his new look was just another way and another reason to talk to them. "You still haven't told me what you think, Cass…"
"Wow. Really?" She asks, rolling her eyes enough for him to see, though leaving her daughter none the wiser. He knows how annoyed she gets by his requests for a compliment. She's stubborn, just like he said the month prior. But he likes it, because even with her resistant demeanor, he always notices the tint of pink warning her cheeks. He likes knowing, or even just pretending, that she's feeling flustered over him. "It's sort of like your 'Dunkirk' hairstyle, but more…"
"Fancy!" Cecelia adds, again, a wide grin expressing her pride in her description.
"Yes, fancy." Her mum agrees. "A classic, almost vintage look."
"Mhm." He nods, pulling his lips inward to not confirm anything about her description and to not completely abandon the confidentiality he swore to keep regarding the film. He's just going to choose to believe that showing off his look was unavoidable. How can he talk with them on a video call if they can't even see him? Sound logic in his opinion.
"You-... yeah, it looks good, Harry." She admits, the red hue he was hoping to see developing quickly on her cheeks. "Honest."
"There it is. That's what I was looking for!" He chuckles, mildly wanting to cover up the way his own face has just become flushed with heat.
"Oh for-..." She squeezes her mouth shut, clearly holding back the inappropriate words from her daughter that he knows she would love to scold him with. "Don't you have to go shoot a scene or something?"
"Soon, yes."
"You should do that." She scowls from behind Cecelia. "It's a bad look to be late on your first day of filming…"
As excited and anxious as he is to begin this day, he's even more hesitant to say goodbye. Considering the way he and Cassidy left things, so uncertain and unspoken, he wants to soak in these comfortable, familiar moments. Especially since they give him such a sense of 'home'.
"You're right." He concedes, feeling just as sad about ending the call as he believes Cecelia to feel, if the look on her face is any indication. "Wish me luck!"
"G'luck Harry!" Cecelia shouts, as if the louder she is, the more luck she will send, causing Cassidy to pull back from the volume blaring out of her daughter.
"Okay, yeah, break a leg or whatever!" She adds, giving him a wink to reassure that the sentiment actually is sincere.
"Mummy!" The little girl exclaims in shock and horror as her head shoots in the direction of her mum. "Mummy! That's so mean!"
"No, that's what people say to actors!" Cassidy responds, in almost a panic, not wanting her daughter to believe she wants Harry hurt. "To wish them good luck!"
"But… why?" The little girl asks.
"I have no idea." Cassidy shrugs, causing Harry to smile at the conversation between them that he no longer seems to be a part of. It's so silly, and sweet, and just down-to-earth. He doesn't have to be included in it to enjoy it. "But, wait, is that only for stage actors, or does it count for movies too?"
He watches them both turn back to the screen, and he perks up, not really having an answer to give them.
"It doesn't matter. I'll take all the luck you two can give me. I'm sure I can use it."
"I'm sure you'll do great, no matter what."
Harry's heart flutters and aches at the same time. He loves this, their friendship, the way they are with each other now compared to all those years ago. However, he can't ignore the desire he has for more. And he can't help but wonder if they had talked about that kiss, would he have that?
"Thank you, love." He replies shyly. "I don't know when I'll be able to talk again, but I'll definitely give you a ring on your birthday, Little Bug!"
Cecelia smiles, seeming to enter a happier mood knowing she will hear from him again soon. He's glad she isn't gutted that he won't be there in person, though he is.
It's times like these that he is close to regretting his career. Or at least the fact that it regularly takes him away from his family, his friends, and his home.
Then again, what would he be going back to?
"Harry?" He hears, realizing his gaze has dropped and he has been in a daze of thoughts while still on the call.
"Sorry." He replies, looking back up to see Cassidy gazing back curiously at him. Their friendship is what he has, and wants to keep. Their friendship is what he can go back to. So right now, that's how he has to keep it, pushing down the feelings that have only been growing since he first saw Cassidy as more than his sister's best friend, which was practically at the very start. He needs to get through this movie, and get back home. Then, and only then, can he try for something more.
"You really will do great, H. You were born for this." She encourages, her typical banter replaced by the sweetest and most genuine support. "So… don't actually break a leg. Yeah? We need you back in one piece."
And there it is. That's all he needs to get through until he can see them again. See her again.
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THE SWEETNESS OF LOVE & PAIN*
Upcoming series featuring Noah Sebastian x Kitsey (Original Female Character).
Noah has been entangled in a life of crime since his brother Abel’s passing. Forced to right his wrongs and avoid dire consequences, Noah is left with no choice but to commit a series of perilous jobs in order to break free from the chains his own brother left around his neck.  
Amidst the darkness of his life, Noah meets Kitsey, the sweetest creature he’s ever laid eyes on. Awestruck by her bravery and boldness during an unfortunate incident at a party, he falls in love immediately. 
Kitsey, a lovely and passionate librarian with captivating green eyes, is far from having a perfect life, either. Marked by a troubled childhood, she thinks life would never be truly fair to her. That’s until she meets the most perfect boy: Noah. 
As years pass and their relationship deepens, Kitsey senses that their situation won’t improve unless Noah puts an end to the constant blackmailing he’s facing from the people he’s working for. But Noah is blinded by hope, believing time is on their side. He wants to get his freedom back, and above that, he wants to give Kitsey hers and provide her with everything else she didn’t have as a child.
However, as Kitsey's life hangs in the balance after one of Noah's jobs takes a harrowing turn, Noah faces the crushing reality that his delay in breaking free has put the love of his life in danger, igniting a race against time to save her, uncovering the true cost of his choices and the sacrifices needed to secure a future with his girl.
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Standing on her tiptoes, Kitsey carefully slotted the book into its designated space on the shelf. A faint sight escaped her lips as she successfully nestled it into the snug gap among the other books in the section. She was about to grab the next book from the trolley she’d been pushing through the aisles for the past half-hour when she caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of her eye. A tall, slender figure was approaching from the other side.  
Noah had a soft smile playing on his lips, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He was wearing a black jacket, his hair still glistening slightly, as if he had taken a shower not long ago.  
Kitsey’s surprise was evident as she stared at him. He was supposed to be sleeping; it was only eleven in the morning. He had come home at six thirty, and even though that day he had struggled to fall asleep while she got ready for work, typically, he wouldn’t wake up until well past noon, occasionally going to the gym if he woke earlier. It wasn’t uncommon for him to visit her at the library every once in a while. He had never said it, but Kitsey sensed that he enjoyed the serene atmosphere of her workplace and the sight of her engrossed in her tasks. Noah, in fact, adored watching her, his heart swelling with every passing second and each delicate movement of her fingers over the covers of the books. Her presence alone brought him a peace that he hadn’t found anywhere else, ever. 
Today, however, he was there for a different purpose.  
“Noah, what are you d—” Her question was cut short when Noah enveloped her in a warm embrace, his long arms engulfing her.   
Noah’s familiar scent of soap mingling with his cologne brought a comforting sense of security, even in the library where the most threatening danger could be a flame setting the pages of the books on fire. It took her a moment to process the unexpected tender embrace, but as she inhaled his scent, she melted into him, letting his warmth seep through her despite the cold outside.
"I missed my girl, so I thought I'd come see her," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he drew back slightly to meet her green gaze while keeping his arms around her waist. She was dressed in black jeans and a white knitted shirt, a black ribbon holding back some of her hair, her glasses absent. "Any chance I can steal you away for a few minutes and treat you to a hot chocolate?"
His sweet suggestion elicited a smile from Kitsey, making her forget for a while how odd it was that he was up that early and standing there, in one of the library hallways. Surely there was something going on, something nagging at him. She knew him too well after so many years of dating. One way or another, she couldn't keep her fingers from gently playing with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.
"My next break is in fifty minutes," she informed him.
"I can wait," Noah replied.
"All right, but no following me around like a lost puppy," Kitsey warned, her hand patting his chest.
"I promise," Noah assured her with a grin, lifting a hand in a solemn pledge. "I'll find a good book and wait like an obedient puppy in one of those armchairs."
The sound of her soft little laughter was a balm to his nerves. She was okay. She was safe. She was where she loved to be, in the library, immersed in her work amidst the comforting presence of books. 
Everything was as it should be. 
No need to worry.
Kitsey is safe.
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nanomooselet · 3 months
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Episode Three: Bright Light, Shine through the Darkness
Okay, let's try this whole meta thing.
Bright Light, Shine through the Darkness was the episode where I realised I was in some deep trouble. I was aware of Trigun, but never really got around to looking into it until this ep was airing, and the two episodes before were, how can I say, everything I'd been lead to expect? Meryl is so angry and kind and Rosa so cool, and of course to look upon Vash is to adore him, precious darling boy. But I was still waiting for the hook, the reason to continue. Episode three, then: the one where the series finally begins. It's done saluting the work of the past and pivots to the story it's here to tell.
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And I had no inkling it would be a story of such deliberate, implacable terror. It opens by telling you a storm is coming, but given that in minutes people are dying by land mines and remote drones, you'd think the storm was already here. Blood splashes! Meryl nearly gets her dumb ass flattened! E.G.'s motives aren't the kind receptive to Vash's forgiveness and whoo boy, for a moment you almost believe Vash will withdraw it. But Meryl turns it around (waaah she's so brave, she and Vash and Roberto made such a good team) and it seems the next challenge will be talking the elder Nebraska out of revenge, because anyone will pick up a gun when their loved ones are killed.
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Then the piano rings out, right as Nebraska demands to know whose side Vash is on. It's a haunting, wistful tune and the score fell silent for quite a while first, which makes the notes even more incongruous and eerie. The colour has been drained, everything is shrouded with smoke, and the cinematography has shrunk to mid shots and close-ups. Vash stands there in paralysed in fear for over ten seconds. You forget, in what follows, that we were given fair warning.
Nai was present in the opening scene, and Knives stated his intentions clearly enough at the end of the first episode. We saw this fuse being lit and the detonation still comes as a surprise. Not to mention Knives's influence is felt absolutely everywhere once you know to look for it – the bounty and the threats it inevitably attracts, the military police (and boy do I have thoughts on them, but it's only the final episode that'll come back), even the environment, the insects and birds. Tonis's little cage of buddies that Vash promised he would keep safe! Nothing hasn't felt Knives's fingertips - playing, pushing, manipulating.
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Vash has to accept at the end of the episode that there was no longer any way he could avoid facing his brother, not if he wanted the people around him to be safe. While I don't think Knives was out to get Vash on this particular trip, I think he's just fine with Vash believing that's why he was there. Let him think it really is his presence, his “bad luck” that led to this destruction.
It's at least consolation to know Gofsef and his father are still alive at the end, though they're not in the best shape. I missed it the first time. But my God, poor Rosa. Poor Tonis. We never get that manga bit where Vash explains that if he took a life, Rem would never forgive him, but we don't really need to after that.
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And when it took time out of Vash's self recriminating angst to show us Meryl also feels responsible, I sat up. She'd been so directly driving the plot so far, but I hardly dared hope for more. It was oddly reassuring.
All in all, fantastic episode, and I haven't even talked about the strongest portions. I hope everyone who worked on it is proud of themselves. I couldn't have asked for better. I'll close on what might have been my favourite moment (and by that I mean for me the most emotionally devastating): Vash crying as he flees the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, pulling blood-spattered Rosa after him.
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bultaoreunheyyy · 16 days
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Part 4
the sickfic without a title
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 - word count: 4,120
Namjoon and Hoseok make their way towards the town that’s adjacent to the lake on their bikes in the heat of the day, sweat dripping from their brows and skin golden and shining under the sun. 
They stop halfway there, at the highest point on the road, and walk a quarter of a kilometer up the dirt path to a viewpoint that looks out over the lake. It’s one of Hoseok’s favorite spots to visit when they go hiking in the area every summer, mostly because he loves to look at their house across the lake from this perspective. It looks tiny from up here, and sometimes Hoseok likes to imagine it’s a little model that Namjoon made of his dream house for all his boyfriends to live in. He’s told Namjoon as much, multiple times, just so he can sit and watch Namjoon talk when he launches into an explanation of how he only made blueprints on paper and not an actual miniature model of the house.
“We’ve gotta bring Jimin up here when he’s feeling better,” Namjoon says as he looks out over the lake. “We haven’t been on any hikes yet. And he would love this view.”
Hoseok leans against a tree and watches Namjoon admire the view until Namjoon catches him looking, and subsequently flushes a bright pink under his intense stare.
“What?”
“Mm. I just agree with you. Jimin would love this view.” 
Namjoon rolls his eyes and motions with his hand. “Let’s get going,” he says, but he playfully grabs a handful of Hoseok’s ass as he brushes past him. 
The tiny grocery store in town looks the exact same as it does every time they visit. The owner greets them warmly, asking about how their summer has been. She’s known them for years now, and when she hears about Jimin and Jungkook, she immediately starts to gather up a bag of extra supplies and food. 
“I hope you’re taking very good care of those boys,” she tells them as they check out. Hoseok is pretty sure she thinks they’re all brothers, or cousins. “Come back for a visit if you need anything at all.” 
After promising that they’re taking the best care of Jimin and Jungkook, and bowing profusely in thanks, Namjoon and Hoseok make their way back to their bikes.
“Popsicles are gonna melt before we get back,” Hoseok comments as he adjusts all of the groceries in the basket attached to his bike. He wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
“We better ride fast, then,” Namjoon replies. He gets on his bike and then suddenly Hoseok is in his space.
“Oh, I can ride very fast,” he says, voice low.
Namjoon darts his head forward and plants a kiss on Hoseok’s lips. “I know you can, baby,” he smirks, and Hoseok squeaks and looks around wildly. 
“It’s okay,” Namjoon chuckles. “No one was watching.” He pushes his kickstand up with his heel. “Race you home!” He shouts, and then he takes off, pedaling fast and leaving Hoseok to gape at his retreating form.
“No fair!” Hoseok shouts after him, jumping onto his bike and nearly losing his balance as it wobbles unevenly with the weight of the groceries. “You could have at least taken one of these bags!” 
*
When Namjoon and Hoseok return, both Jimin and Jungkook are still asleep, and Seokjin is in the living room playing video games while Yoongi and Taehyung watch.
“How was town?” Seokjin asks, pausing his game. He glances over at Yoongi and Taehyung, who look far too tired for his liking, leaning against each other on the couch. Namjoon and Hoseok don’t look much better, drenched in sweat from their bike ride and hiding yawns behind their hands. 
“Good,” Namjoon replies. “It’s like that little town never changes. We got everything we needed and then some. We picked up some pre-made food for dinner, too. Figured it would be nice not to have to cook tonight.” 
“I need a shower,” Hoseok says. He yawns. “And a nap.” 
Taehyung stands with a stretch. “You two go shower. I’ll put the groceries away.” 
“I’m joining you,” Namjoon says to Hoseok once he sees Yoongi join Taehyung to unpack the groceries. “I’m so sweaty and gross.” 
They all pretend to not see the eyebrow wiggle Hoseok gives him in return.
Seokjin sends Yoongi and Taehyung off for a nap too once everything is put away. Since Jimin and Jungkook are both sleeping, Seokjin decides he can always wake one of the others up if he needs anything, or if they’re all still sleeping by dinnertime. For now, all he wants to do is sit on the couch and play video games.
A full hour passes by before Seokjin takes a stretch break, standing up and arching his back until he feels a satisfying crack. He makes a trip into the kitchen for some water and a snack, and then heads back to his comfy spot on the couch. He’s just settling down for another round of KartRider when he hears a door open somewhere down the hall, and then soft footsteps approaching. He sets down his controller and watches Jimin shuffle into the living room, and he can’t believe he missed that the younger man was sick earlier with how he looks now, exhaustion visibly weighing him down. Jimin’s eyes and nose are red and he’s wearing what looks like one of Jungkook’s oversized black hoodies, sleeves hanging all the way past his fingertips and hood pulled up over his hair.
“Hey sleepyhead,” Seokjin greets him. “How was your nap?”
Jimin yawns, and then sneezes four times in a row, looking slightly dazed afterward.
“Hey,” he croaks, pressing a knuckle against his septum. His eyelashes flutter and Seokjin can tell he’s got another sneeze coming. 
After a moment, he sniffs hard, rubs aggressively at his nose, and then shuffles a few steps closer. Seokjin pats the couch next to him and Jimin plops down onto the cushion with a series of wet sniffles, knuckle still resting against the underside of his nose. 
“Taehyung says you’re not feeling well?’
“He…?” Jimin trails off, face scrunched up in confusion, and then he sighs. “Oh.” he sniffles thickly and leans his head back against the couch. “That’s why I feel like shit.”
“Sounds like you might have caught a cold.”
Jimin presses the heel of his hand to the underside of his nose, then pulls his hand away quickly, frowning at the moisture left behind in disgust and wiping his hand on his pants. “Ugh. I thought it was the cleaning stuff that was irritating my throat and sinuses. And I’ve had a headache but…I thought I was just tired, we’ve all been so tired…Am I the only one? Is everyone else feeling okay?” Jimin peers at Seokjin. “Are you feeling okay?”
He barely waits for Seokjin to nod before he’s groaning loudly.
“Oh shit! I let Jungkook use my chapstick! And I’ve been cuddling with him– What if he catches this too? I should…I should go stay at a hotel or something, I–”
“Jimin, love. Take a breath,” Seokjin interrupts. He tugs Jimin to his chest and runs his fingers through the younger man’s hair. “You’re not staying in a hotel. Don’t be ridiculous. Jungkook won’t catch your cold, but we don’t want you catching what he has on top of a cold, either. Best to stick to your room as much as you can.” 
Jimin nods against his chest, sniffling softly, sadly. 
“And we’ll double disinfect everything. It’s going to be fine, we just need to be careful until you’re both feeling better.” 
Another nod. Seokjin smiles and presses a kiss to Jimin’s temple. Belatedly, Jimin jerks upright, scooting down the couch away from Seokjin with a gasp.
“Jinnie! You shouldn’t be cuddling me right now!” 
Jimin looks like he’s about to cry. He makes a sad sound in the back of his throat, and then he’s sneezing again another four times in a row, his face scrunching up in irritation.  
“Goodness,” Seokjin tuts. He looks around until he spots a box of tissues on a nearby end table, which he fetches and brings back to the couch. “Blow your nose.”  
Jimin complies, going through several tissues before he slumps back against the couch with a stuffy sigh.
“Now,” Seokjin says, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple. “I’m going to make you something hot to drink. Go rest, please.”
“I was just resting.”
“You can never have too much rest. Especially on vacation. Especially when you’re sick. Namjoonie and Hoseokie went into town earlier and got tissues and cold medicine.” 
“For me?”
Seokjin chuckles. “Of course, love. All for you. You’re the one with a cold.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t even realize,” Jimin groans. He’s so congested now that his words are hard to make out. 
“Go on. I’ll bring everything to your room.”
Jimin nods and wordlessly shuffles back down the hall, looking defeated.  
He’s already drifting off to sleep when Seokjin gets there with an armful of supplies– cold medicine, tissues, throat lozenges, and a mug of hot tea– so Seokjin sets everything down on the nightstand as quietly as he can, presses a kiss to Jimin’s forehead, and leaves him to nap in peace. 
*
“You’re gonna get pruney in there.”
“Hmm?” Jungkook feels sleepy. He looks over at Namjoon without moving his head. “Oh. Don’t care,” he murmurs. He really doesn’t. It feels so good to lie in the warm water, to finally not be shivering with chills. “It’s warm. It’s worth it.” 
In the bath, Jungkook can kind of pretend he almost feels back to normal. He’s relaxed, he's at a comfortable temperature, he’s not covered in his own sweat, and he’s not in bed nor hunched over a toilet seat.
The others slowly trickle into the bathroom one by one and remind Jungkook that he’s actually still sick. Sick enough that they’re all still hovering, all wanting to keep an eye on him. Soon, they’re all in the bathroom– everyone except Jimin, which is odd considering he hasn’t seen Jimin yet today, and it’s already late in the evening. 
In fact, Jungkook realizes he hasn’t seen Jimin since yesterday morning, when he’d woken up in Seokjin’s bed. 
“Where’s Jimin?” He asks, turning his head to the side so he can look at Namjoon next to him.
“He’s in his room,” Namjoon answers, voice even, but Jungkook sees his jaw tense at the question. 
He glances over at Taehyung, who’s also suddenly tense, and not meeting Jungkook’s eyes.
“He’s just been sleeping. Catching up on some rest,” Yoongi says. He’s looking down at his phone and he’s frowning.
“Is he okay?” A sudden, uneasy feeling washes over Jungkook. “Why are you all acting so weird?”  
A few moments pass by in silence. Finally, Seokjin speaks. “He caught a little cold and he doesn’t want to pass it on to you.”
“What? Jimin has a cold? Shit,” Jungkook curses. “Is he okay? How is he feeling?” He sits upright and pulls the plug from the drain. “How did he get sick?”
“Slow down, Kook,” Namjoon says, but Jungkook is already standing and reaching for his towel.
“Is he asleep right now?”
The lack of response he gets to his question tells Jungkook that the answer to that is no. He can go check on Jimin now if that’s the case. 
“Jungkook, it’s okay, baby,” Seokjin says as he watches Jungkook towel dry his hair with a sudden urgency. “It’s really just a little cold. Jimin is fine, and he’s resting in bed right now. Joonie and Hoseokie already went into town to pick up some more medicine and stuff for him. They got some popsicles for you, too. Want one now? You haven't had anything to eat yet tonight.”
Jungkook shivers at the thought of eating a cold popsicle. He’s fucking cold again, and he’d be sad about that fact if not for the worry that’s overtaking him. “No, thanks,” he responds. “Maybe later.” He had skipped dinner on purpose, his stomach clenching dangerously at the thought of a meal.
He quickly pulls on his clean clothes that Taehyung presents him with and then makes a beeline for Jimin’s room, skillfully maneuvering past his boyfriends all crowded in the bathroom before they can stop him. 
“Uh, wrong way.” Hoseok catches up and grabs him gently by the elbow before he gets too far. “You’re not going to see Jimin right now! The last thing you need is to catch his cold, Kookie.”
“What– I’m not going to catch his cold,” Jungkook argues. He’s getting a little frustrated now. “I just want to check on him and see if he needs anything.” 
“We’ve already checked on him,” Yoongi promises. He rests a hand on Jungkook’s back, rubbing back and forth softly.
“I can check on him too, though. I’m not a fucking baby–” 
A soft cough interrupts, and they all look over to see Jimin poking his head out of his room. 
“Hey,” he says. He sounds stuffed up and sleepy, and his eyes and nose are a bit red. He’s only looking at Jungkook, and Jungkook lets out a sad sigh.
“Jiminie,” he says, voice trembling. “I’m so sorry you’re sick.” 
“I’m okay, Jungkookie,” Jimin replies. He sniffles and leans out a little farther into the hallway. “Don’t worry about me, okay?” He coughs, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. 
Jungkook bites his lower lip. “Of course I’m going to worry about you. I’ve already been worrying so much that any of you are going to catch what I have. Now you have a cold?” He pouts. “How did you even catch a cold?” 
Jimin shakes his head and clears his throat. “I have no clue. Actually…” He lowers his gaze. “I guess, if I’m being honest, I haven’t been feeling my best for a few days now. I just didn’t realize it.” 
“It always takes you so long to realize it when you’re sick,” Taehyung tells him with a soft laugh. 
“Well, I’m still sorry you’re sick. I’d come give you cuddles but apparently I’m not allowed to.” Jungkook rolls his eyes in mock annoyance. 
“Of course you’re not!” Jimin gasps. “Jungkookie, you’re still sick too! Please don’t come near me.” 
Jungkook crosses his arms. “Nobody was even gonna tell me that you’re sick,” he complains.  
“We were going to tell you,” Yoongi corrects. “We just knew you would go into instant-worry mode and you don’t necessarily need that on top of already being sick yourself.”
Jungkook sighs, and then shivers visibly, his still damp hair making him feel cold. 
“Okay, rest time for Jungkookie and Jiminie,” Seokjin says. He puts his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders. “We know you’re not a baby, Jungkook. But just like you’re worried about Jimin, we’re all worried about the both of you. So the sooner you let us take care of you, the sooner you’ll feel better, and the sooner you and Jimin can cuddle.” 
“Fine,” Jungkook says with another shiver. He’s really, really missing the warm bath. He wraps his arms around himself and shoots Jimin a tired smile.
“Feel better soon, so we can cuddle soon,” he orders, and Jimin breaks out into a smile. 
Seokjin starts to guide Jungkook to his own room, but after a few steps he stops short.
“Jinnie?” Jungkook asks sweetly, turning to his oldest partner. “Can I please borrow your slippers? The pink fluffy ones?” 
Even though it’s a bit of an odd request, as Jungkook has never asked to borrow Seokjin’s slippers once in his life, Seokjin is quick to nod and hurry off to retrieve them. 
As soon as he gets back and hands them over, Jungkook ducks around Hoseok so quickly he doesn’t have time to react and makes a break down the hall towards Jimin. He gets there before any of them can react, and he kneels at Jimin’s feet and sets the slippers down in front of him.
“You can’t walk around barefoot when you’re sick,” he says, nodding down at Jimin’s bare feet. 
Jimin snorts out a startled, stuffy laugh. “Oh, Jungkookie.” He wiggles his toes and slips his feet into the slippers with another giggle, smiling fondly down at Jungkook when he reaches out to help him with the second one.
Jungkook sits back on his heels, one hand wrapped around Jimin’s calf, looking up at him with the same fondness. 
“Feel better soon. I’m really sorry that you’re sick.” 
Jimin’s eyes are suspiciously wet when he responds. “Thank you, my sweet Kookie. I’ll get better very fast, I promise.” 
“Love you,” Jungkook says, and with one last pat to Jimin’s leg, he stands and takes a big step backward to keep some space between them. “Rest well.” 
“You too, sweetie,” Jimin replies, also taking a step backwards into his room. 
After that, Jungkook lets Hoseok finally take him back to his own room. He feels so suddenly drained of energy that he curls up on his side as soon as he’s on the bed, achy and shivering, and he doesn’t realize until Yoongi holds up a fever patch that it’s because his temperature is up again.
“Joon and Hoseok got these at the store earlier,” Yoongi tells him. “Thought it might be more comfortable for you than the cold washcloths.”
Jungkook nods, because he knows from past experience that Yoongi is right. He closes his eyes as Yoongi places it on his forehead and then kisses the tip of his nose. 
“Did you get the honey throat lozenges?” Jungkook asks, eyes still closed. He hears a soft laugh from his right.
“Yes,” Namjoon responds. “We know what Jimin likes, you know.”
Jungkook nods, and immediately regrets it when it makes him feel dizzy even though he’s lying down. 
“Sleep, baby,” Seokjin says from somewhere above him. 
Jungkook sleeps. 
*
Several different things hit Jungkook all at once when he wakes up the next morning. 
The first is that it’s morning. That means he actually slept through the night. Without waking up to puke, without waking up drenched in sweat, without waking up too hot or too cold or too uncomfortable. He’s warm and cozy under his blanket and the early morning light is filtering through his window.
The second is that he’s on his stomach, which is his preferred sleeping position, but he hasn’t really been able to sleep on his stomach when his stomach has been so upset. His stomach feels fine though in this position, and the pressure almost feels nice. 
However, it also means there’s pressure on his bladder— another thing of note, because it means that he’s not as dehydrated as he has been lately, if he actually has to pee upon waking up. 
But the most pressing matter that fights for Jungkook’s attention isn’t the time of day, nor the position he’s in, nor his full bladder. 
It’s the fact that he has an itchy nose. 
A very, very itchy nose. 
Jungkook huffs out an irritated breath into his pillow and scrunches up his face sharply. Not only does his nose itch, but his throat is also very dry and irritated. He needs water, he needs to pee, and he needs desperately to scratch his nose, but he doesn’t want to have to deal with any of that because he’s nearly comfortable for once and he doesn’t want to move from the warmth of his blanket. With a sleepy sigh, he rubs his nose against his pillow, which kind of helps with the itch, except now it’s more on the inside than the outside. He scrunches up his nose, wiggles it around, and then sniffs hard, and that makes it way worse– it makes him feel like he needs to sneeze. Without meaning to, he whimpers in frustration, breath catching as the maddening tickle in his nose intensifies. 
“Oh? Good morning,” A voice murmurs in his ear, and it completely scares the sneeze away just as it reaches its crest, leaving him teary-eyed and a little out of breath. 
“Uhh?! Hmph.” 
A deep chuckle, and then Yoongi is rubbing his back, in between his shoulder blades. “Are you still asleep?”
“Nghh.” Jungkook sniffles and shifts uncomfortably. 
“What’s wrong, love? You feeling okay?”
“I have to pee and my nose is itchy,” Jungkook whines, his voice muffled in the pillow. 
Yoongi lets out a snort and then a soft chuckle. “Okay. Get up and pee then.” Then, when Jungkook doesn’t move, he asks, “Do you need help getting to the bathroom?”
“No.” 
Yoongi waits for a beat. “...Okay?”
“Don’t wanna move.”
Another chuckle. “Don’t blame you. You look so cute and cozy right now. Did you sleep well?” 
“Hmm,” Jungkook answers non-committedly. He probably did, but now he can only focus on all of the discomforts of waking up. He turns his head and squints up at Yoongi. “Yoongi?” He uses his softest, most pleading voice he can muster.
“What do you need, baby?”
Jungkook feels Yoongi lean closer. He nuzzles into his pillow some more. “Can you please get me some water? And will you scratch my nose?”
Yoongi blinks at him, mouth dropping open. 
“Please,” Jungkook begs. “It’s so itchy and I don’t wanna move.” 
“You want me to scratch your nose for you?” Yoongi gapes at him. 
Jungkook whimpers on purpose this time, for dramatic effect. 
“Get up to pee and scratch your own nose,” Yoongi grumbles, but he shuffles even closer. “Where does it itch?” His fingers hover over Jungkook’s nose, waiting. 
Jungkook scrunches up his nose again. “Everywhere.”
“That’s helpful,” Yoongi replies dryly. 
“Yoongi,” he whines with a sniffle. 
“Okay, okay.” Yoongi begins dragging his fingernail down the side of Jungkook’s nose, an amused smirk on his face. 
“Left,” Jungkook grunts, nose scrunching at the touch. “Now right. Okay, now on the tip– ohh, wait, yeah…yeah I think…” Jungkook sniffs sharply. “Ugh, nevermind. It’s not working. It still itches.” He clears his throat loudly and sticks out his lower lip.
“I did all that work for nothing?” Yoongi asks incredulously. He frowns when Jungkook clears his throat again and then coughs once.
“You okay?”
“Mm.” Jungkook swallows, clears his throat. “My throat is dry.”
“You’re full of complaints this morning, aren’t you?” Yoongi says, rolling his eyes, but Jungkook can hear relief in his voice too. He knows that they’ve all been so worried about him, but if he’s up to complaining, it’s a sign he’s feeling better. 
“I’m sorry your throat hurts. I’ll make you some tea in a bit.” Yoongi frowns. “Did you throw up again last night?”
All amusement in his expression is gone, replaced by concern. 
“No,” Jungkook quickly responds. “No, I’m just thirsty.” He bats his eyelashes a few times. “I could really use some water right now.” 
“Oh my god, Jungkook! Get your ass up, drink some water, go pee, and scratch your own damn nose!” 
There’s a startled gasp from the doorway, and they both look over to see Namjoon standing there.
“What’s going on?” he asks cautiously, narrowing his eyes at Yoongi. 
Jungkook finally sits up and scrubs both of his hands over his entire face, pawing at his nose a few times after until the itch in his nose is gone. “Good morning,” he tells Namjoon when he’s done. “How’s Jimin?”
Namjoon, still looking confused, approaches the bed and sits down on the end. 
“Jimin is doing okay. Hoseok just checked on him.”
As if summoned, Hoseok enters the room and hops on the bed. “Good morning, cuties,” he says cheerfully. “Jimin just fell back asleep. He’s doing alright, all things considered.”  
“Jungkook, how do you feel?” Namjoon asks. 
Jungkook is about to respond, but then the itch in his nose that had plagued him earlier returns, tickling at the insides of his sinuses persistently and making his breath catch. On his next inhale, the feeling spreads and he gasps sharply, face scrunching up, and then sneezes.
It feels terrible. His nose is suddenly runny, his dry throat aches, and his full bladder protests at the sudden outburst. 
“Bless you,” Hoseok coos.
Namjoon gets up and retrieves a tissue for him when he sees Jungkook sniffling, his face still scrunched up. 
Yoongi leans over and rubs him on the back. “You okay?” He asks.
“That was really, really not great,” Jungkook gasps, squeezing his eyes shut until the discomfort passes. “I almost just pissed myself when I sneezed.”
Hoseok bursts into laughter at the admission, but Yoongi yanks the blankets off him and all but shoves him off the bed.
“Go to the fucking bathroom already!”
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